flute and lyre, haunting voice
trembling lips portend the choice
of a heart called of God to lands unknown.
will you be there when I arrive?
will you see me through beyond the veil?
drum and dance, shouts of longing
streaming tears proclaim the song
of adoration for God who is infinitely good.
will your praises be made known through these hands of clay?
will you show forth your glory through my brokenness?
harp and horn, echoing choir
violins rising, with passion inspired out
of a depth of worship for the Lord God Almighty.
will you lead me? For I do not know the way.
will you go before me? For I am afraid.
27 April 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
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