~Never Lose Your Song In The Night~

Return my song O Lord,
as I place my fingers upon the harp
Let my voice rise before You,
as the singing of the Morning Lark

Restore unto me my song
within the night
Let me sing Your praise
until the morning light

I did not see it happen,
I was not aware
The thief stole away my song,
the loss I could not bear

When sorrow came upon me,
my heart was crushed within
I lifted my voice to sing
my songs of victory to Him

I searched for the notes,
and the melody so fair
I searched for the music,
I could not find it there

When I took my Harp to
strum upon its strings
The melodies were empty
and had somehow taken wings

As I sat there trembling,
tears from my eyes did fall
I knew if we lose our song
we have lost it all

So I asked my Savior on
the wings of a prayer
Please return my song Jesus
and happiness there

The battle was over
the shadows began to dim
The sun came shining through
as my eyes beheld Him

He was riding on a cloud
His feet upon the wind
The Maestro of Heaven
returned my song again

The notes from heaven were falling
I caught them all again
Placed them in my heart
to sing His songs again

I placed my finger on
the strings of my Harp
Raised my voice to sing again,
like the Morning Lark

The melodies were
raising up to heavens ear
I felt the angels singing with me
as they gathered near
The moral of this story
come children and hear
Never lose your song in the night,
your voice He longs to hear

Soft Petals of Poetry by Ruthie


 

~Come Before Me In Praise and Worship~

Come to Me My children lift your
voices and sing your songs
Your voices lifted up in praise
for your worship I do long

Let Me hear your voice
while in the secret place
Come and dance before Me
I long to see your face
Your voice is so lovely
and how beautiful your face
Come to Me My beloved
and rest in My Grace

I long for your fellowship
in the cool of the day
Come my child walk with me,
please my child stay
Come here in to our garden
by the refreshing water springs
Come sit beside Me all your praises bring

Come to the fountains
of never ending mirth
Come My beloved drink,
and quench your thirst
Come to the gardens where
 the lovely flowers sing
Come into my presence and
drink from joyous springs

Let me fill your heart with music,
let me hear you sing.
I will fill you with harmony,
and heavenly songs you will sing

Come my daughter and
play upon your harp
I long to hear you play,
it brings joy to my heart

Yes my beloved I long to hear you,
worshiping my name
Lifting up your voice to the
one who in heaven reigns

Come to our Garden
our very secret place
Come I long to talk to you,
and behold your lovely face

Come I long to give
you words to fill your heart
Beautiful poetic words
within your heart

I know I need not worry you will
not keep them to yourself
You will give them out to others,
words of peace and wealth

Come into our garden
and drink of my new wine
It is joy of serving that lasts through time

Come to My Mountains
come breathe the fresh air
Come into my arms
and find peace there

Come to Me My children
lift your voices and sing your songs
Your voices lifted up in praise
for your worship I do long

Soft Petals Of Poetry By Ruthie, 2003©

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