Sweet Sweet Sound

Sweet Sweet Sound-Glorious Unseen



Oh Lord, come whisper to me in my sleep. 
Come pour yourself out over me. 
Will you draw near? 


Oh Lord, you're calling me back to your heart; restoring the innocence lost. 
Will you draw near? 
I pray - let it be a sweet, sweet sound. 
Oh Lord, remember your call to your own. 
Remember your promise to come. 
Will you draw near? 


Come pour your life - oh this offering - all over me. 
Come with your grace that is cleansing and restoring me. 
Come with your angels - cover the earth; and hear your people sing of your worth. 
It's your voice I hear calling my name. 
It's your grace that pours out like the rain.
 It's your hand that erases my shame. 
It's your word that is everlasting. 
We raise our voice to you - with one sound - to you. 
We rejoice. 


Let it be a sweet, sweet sound

To be let out?

God, I stand; now...
A lion breaks out, or does it claw at me? Claws to get out, break free. But where am I allowed to release it? Can I? Is it safe?
"Its not a tame lion", no its wild, but is it good though? I believe it can be...
But is it safe? If I let it out, it creates turmoil. By merely going about its own instinct, it turns up, churns up and wrecks havoc. But it has a weakness, caused by its own destruction. It finds its own weakness, its own softness,
Why does its tenderness appeal to so many? Do they feel safe? They allow themselves to come close; and it a  moment of panic, the lion flee's, leaving a gaping wound, The lion itself is wounded, but forsakes its own wounds to dwell in the mistakes of its past. Promises never to repeat them, to have learned from the past...
But the allure of bait, instinct kicks in, its uncontrollable, its wild...