In my silent moment as I do my tasks ,
With the scent of fresh air and a sight of quiet lake ,
I can't help but weave a poem of praise
To a Presence I can never deny....
I was out in the sun doing my tasks
These tiny little sprouts I came across as I tread the ground
A life trying to show off as if giving me a hint,
The season has changed! Winter is gone.
The thought of Spring made me smile
As I continued my work clearing the piles
Imagining the flowers that will come about
Traces of snow are still around
Yet within my range I see beauty coming from the ground
Yet within my range I see beauty coming from the ground
I saw this tiny maiden discreetly enjoying the sun
So prim, and proper, such a beauty without a doubt
So prim, and proper, such a beauty without a doubt
As I continued my walk
Look at what I've found
Little maidens sprinkled around
They stood there without a sound
Amazing isn't it?
The life beneath the ground
Hidden for a while in our eyes
Yet in time will come about
Then my reflection went abound
To something deeper than the ground
The thought of Him came to me
To something deeper than the ground
The thought of Him came to me
The Beloved who came and gave us life
He lived and walked with us
He was lifted up the ground
He was fastened on the Cross
Buried in the tomb
He went underground
Saved those buried on the ground
So that rising from the ground
Eternal Life once was promised now with us
A silence does not mean an absence
He lived and walked with us
He was lifted up the ground
He was fastened on the Cross
Buried in the tomb
He went underground
Saved those buried on the ground
So that rising from the ground
Eternal Life once was promised now with us
A silence does not mean an absence
Silence is a presence in the midst of absence
A presence beyond words,
At times far more stronger than any sound
My Lord whom I love
You are a presence without a doubt
Silent and hidden yet
As close as I breathe my next
I am now more convinced
That there is more in life
Than what our eyes can see
Than what our hands can touch
Beneath the ground,
Deep in my heart
There is a PRESENCE
more real, more profound
And I trust this Presence
Even to understand Him is a work of eternity
As I placed my hand and breathe my next
I know His Presence is for REAL.
And to you my friend who read my poem
I invite you to search this Presence
But it requires a silent and humble heart
For HIM to be found
"I praise you Father for you have hidden these things from the wise and learned." Matthew 11:5
My Lord whom I love
You are a presence without a doubt
Silent and hidden yet
As close as I breathe my next
I am now more convinced
That there is more in life
Than what our eyes can see
Than what our hands can touch
Beneath the ground,
Deep in my heart
There is a PRESENCE
more real, more profound
And I trust this Presence
Even to understand Him is a work of eternity
As I placed my hand and breathe my next
I know His Presence is for REAL.
And to you my friend who read my poem
I invite you to search this Presence
But it requires a silent and humble heart
For HIM to be found
"I praise you Father for you have hidden these things from the wise and learned." Matthew 11:5