SONG MAKERS—

Blessed are the Song Makers,

for deep within they keep..

the ache that turns to melody,

the tears their chords must Weep.

I feel your quiet sorrow,

as though it once was mine—

a hymn carved out of longing,

still echoing in Time.

The softness of your music

flows lightly through your hand;

a whisper drawn from Heaven

no heart could misunderstand.

And somehow you already

know pieces of my Soul—

far more than eyes have witnessed,

far more than I control.

I need no explanation.

your presence speaks so True.

For in the way I see you,

I feel you see me too.