Song

Kevin Michael Bloor

                                                                

A solitary bird

outside my lonely room

sings out that all is well

inside my garret's gloom.

 

Her melody’s so sweet,

it makes my poor heart ache.

And I could swear, dear God,

she’s singing for my sake!

 

A solitary soul

inside this cheerless cell,

he hears the saviour sing

that everything is well.

 

His song is perfect peace,

that stays when songster’s gone.

It won’t desist or cease,

or be expelled by none.

 

A solitary ray

of hope, like sunlight streams.

It dances round my bed

and wakes me from my dreams.

 

It’s Heaven’s vow to me,

that no one will dictate

the day of my decease

              but Christ, who’s set the date.             


 

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 26th, 2021 06:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: my hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness...
  • Category: Religion
  • Views: 34
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  • Caring dove

    Birds have a way of making one smile ... even when there is sadness within

    A beautiful poem

  • orchidee

    Good write Kevin.



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