There’s a silence with a lasting impression
It is the mark of a paramount pause
Where noise briefly lost to the hearer
Is as loud as a huge waterfall.
It’s the 400 years of the white page
Between the New Testament and Old
Where the Word of the Lord was quiet
And men were in famine of soul.
It’s the moment the tongue is submitted
Before any harm can be done
When death had readied to pierce deep
But life was chosen in love.
It’s the silence that was heard in all of Heaven
As the Savior hung dear on the cross
And the moment of utter darkness
Excruciating was this pause.
It’s the moment of deafened sobbing
When anguish dare not make a sound
When the Spirit does rush in to comfort
As grief pursues like a hound.
It’s the half hour we see in Revelation
Upon the opening of the 7th seal
When the censer with fire from the altar
Was hurled to earth with zeal.
And lastly, the delay upon a dear heart
That’s coming but slowly to Christ
As the Father does draw him from Heaven
And surrenders he does now his life.
June 1, 2017