A song always say many words,

It speaks for itself more than anything.

Tears sprung the wells,

the dried up season

long thought to have turned to bitter cold.

Yet something inside burns even more,

the fire consume it,

Realization never struck harder,

how much You meant to me.

You see me through,

even when I had foolishly

led my path away.

I was found back

Through Your constant urge

I begin to seek

I begin to understand

A song brought forth what

was deep inside.

Not written out of consideration

Just held deep within

the season that had turned

the well that had dried

I begin to see

More of what You

want me to.

You taught me so much

Yet hungry I am,

thirsting for Your every word

The songs that sang praise to You

The people that has changed their lives

Because of You.

This is my words.

My praise for You,

Lord.

-amen-