Drop Me A Line

When all turns dry
and the trees shed their leaves
The darkness hangs over me
And in isolation from life I stand
Drop me a line
That I may behold the light.

When the sky filled with grey
Hovers over the shrouded sun
And the birds' songs simply sleep
Letting me wander off in pain
Drop me a line
That hope may in me be revived.

When all around is fear
And the music of life turns strange
Lifting me to heights of despair
And holding me hanging in space
Drop me a line
That I may feel I am held.

Drop me a line
That even in the darkest valleys
I may hold on to hope
And see the sunlight
Even through the keyhole
For you dropped me a line.

The Little Guides

The little light shows
The little flame burns
The little bird sings
The little voice guides
And to a little place
I am led
With full knowledge
That it is the right one
Where my God and I
Have the best of communion.
It all starts small
And soon
His glory I behold
And marvel
At His glorious sight.
It may take long
But the little light
Flame, bird and voice
Led me to where
It all began.

How?

In the stillness of Your presence
There I am
Waiting
Waiting for Your hand
To reach out to me
And hold me still
In the fiery flames:
At the end I shall bow
And know
You took me through
Even when
I may never know
How.