There is a pool of healing water that surrounds you every time you open your mouth to sing.
Your voice opens Heaven.
Your song provides the opportunity for the people to commune with God.
What type of power is this?
The covetous disguise their jealously behind smiles, all the while plotting how to possess it.
Silly fools, they don’t comprehend that this can’t be taken.
This is a gift that at times you don’t even understand.
What a level of responsibility that sits on your delicate shoulders
God must truly trust you.
You encourage the weak to tell their story
You inspire those in despair
You are truth and you point to the light
You are our companion on our journey home
You lead the way, and comfort us during the lonely night
Thank you.
What a mighty gift.
What level of responsibility is on your shoulders?
God must really trust you.
You don’t try, you flow.
I admire that.
Truly dig it.
You’re patient, waiting patiently for the words to fall from heaven
You are truth.
You operate in integrity.
Your love is endless.
You don’t judge.
Offering comfort for the boozers and preachers alike.
Song is not prejudice.
She understands.
Thank you.