by branksomegeelong, Victoria, Australia
Apr 2014 428 Views 4 comments
The Song
The song
Down in the depths I sank in grief
In the darkness there I sat
By the side of a lake
It is the lake of tears we shed
A pale moon cast deep shadows
The sedge has withered and no birds sing
And is there still balm in Gilead?
All sweetness has gone
No bitterness
Just nothing.
The sedge has withered by the lake
And no birds sing
Yet my soul sings praises
Let me hear the echo of its song.
Down in the depths I sank in grief
In the darkness there I sat
By the side of a lake
It is the lake of tears we shed
A pale moon cast deep shadows
The sedge has withered and no birds sing
And is there still balm in Gilead?
All sweetness has gone
No bitterness
Just nothing.
The sedge has withered by the lake
And no birds sing
Yet my soul sings praises
Let me hear the echo of its song.
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Posted: Apr 2014
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Comments (4)
And no birds sing
Yet my soul sings praises
Let me hear the echo of its song.
This is awesome poetry peter.
I am still listening for the echoes!