Song

The song mixes in the air, lifting praise most high. Piano and bird, a little thunder, cars on the road all join the morning song. It mixes in the heart lifting it in prayer.  Set in deep places, strong pools if yearning and desire are touched. The time to listen deeply has come.  The time to sit in Your presence alone. Just wanting the burst of rain to come down and water the dormant soil. Inviting new life to begin, and color to grow in weary hearts, divining rest in You.