Beneath this humble heart of mine,
A whisper grows, a tone divine,
It pulses with a vibrant plea,
Something stirs so deep in me.

No longer can I hold it back,
For joy surmounts where once was lack,
A fountain brimming, bold and free—
Of love, and grace, and jubilee.

What treasure that I’ve come to find,
In spaces once perceived confined,
Jesus has brought this gift to bear:
A trove of grace, none can compare.

Happiness, a cloak I wear,
Sewn with threads of tender care,
Radiant, for all to see,
The love and grace He’s poured on me.

Let me sing, let me dance,
Give every soul the same fair chance,
To feel this surge of pure delight,
That casts all shadows into light.

For something grander calls us forth,
From South to North, from West to East,
With love, and joy, and endless peace,
Jesus’s gifts—I shall not cease.

In every word, in every deed,
His love is all I wish to seed,
This stirring now shall guide my way,
Forever and a day, come what may.

April 21, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop