Your Song
The poet is but a melodic mute
Without trials that stir up rhyme
The writer has nothing to say
If Jesus has not been given his time.
The poet is but a melodic mute
Without trials that stir up rhyme
The writer has nothing to say
If Jesus has not been given his time.
I heard the Lord speak the words, “Song in the Night,” after I had been rehearsing a song I had written in a dark season. Pulling out the lyrics again I could see God was not just loving on me
You are never too old with Jesus to grow. I’m so thankful for this truth. Over the past few years God has been restoring worship to me. However, it has not been the same as before.