with joy

when darkness falls
and the world outside dims;
when nocturnal choirs
rise in a mad dance of
unrelenting cacaphony,
then will we sing along
with the ancient ballads.

ballads true and strong,
full of gallantry, lower
ramparts of hardened hearts.

flute and lyre,
drums and holy fire,
rise up in our midst,
together with soulful cries.
deeds from ancient scrolls
imprinted on our hearts,
recall feats of reconciliation,
and songs of deliverance.

and we weep for love and joy;
we rejoice at the feet of the
Ancient of Days. We fall down
at the the feet of Jesus Christ,
and we worship with joy.

18 April 2010 by Glen Alan Woods