Soft Petals Of Poetry By Ruthie

~Never Lose Your Song In The Night~

Return my song O Lord, as I place my fingers upon the harp
Let my voice rise before You, as the singing of the Morning Lark

Restore unto me my song within the night
Let me sing Your praise until the morning light

I did not see it happen, I was not aware
The thief stole away my song the loss I could not bear

When sorrow came upon me, my heart was crushed within
I lifted my voice to sing my songs of victory to Him

I searched for the notes and the melody so fair
I searched for the music I could not find it there

When I took my Harp to strum upon its strings
The melodies were empty and had somehow taken wings

As I sat there trembling tears from my eyes did fall
I knew if we lose our song we have lost it all

So I asked my Savior on the wings of a prayer
Please return my song Jesus and happiness there

The battle was over the shadows began to dim
The sun came shining through as my eyes beheld Him

He was riding on a cloud His feet upon the wind
The Maestro of Heaven returned my song again

The notes from heaven were falling I caught them all again
Placed them in my heart to sing His songs again
I placed my finger on the strings of my Harp
Raised my voice to sing again, like the Morning Lark

The melodies were raising up to heavens ear
I felt the angels singing with me as they gathered near
The moral of this story come children and hear
Never lose your song in the night, your voice He longs to hear

Soft Petals of Poetry by Ruthie

 ~Sing O' Poets Of The Lord~

Sing O’ Poets of the Lord
Sing about Jesus your King
Sing O’ Poets sing

Sing Him songs of joy and truth
Sing His song in heaven and earth

Sing of His love His arms will open wide
Carried on wings in heaven to abide

Up above the storm is His choir in the sky
Where victory is won in the sweet by and by

Sing O’ Poet of your joy and grace
Before His throne to behold His face

Guided by the Holy Spirit above
Sing with the angels above
Sing of His grace and sing of his love

Sing O’ poet going before the battle let His praises ring
Play on your harp O’ Prophet of the Lord
let His word go forth carried on wings

Lift your voices to heaven above
Wrapped in His Spirit carried by His love

No one knows where the wind will blow
Above in heaven in the earth below

Sing O’ Poet of His great Love
Let your words be carried on the wings of a dove

~Come Before Me In Praise and Worship~

Come to Me My children lift your voices and sing your songs
Your voices lifted up in praise for your worship I do long

Let Me hear your voice while in the secret place
Come and dance before Me I long to see your face
Your voice is so lovely and how beautiful your face
Come to Me My beloved and rest in My Grace

I long for your fellowship in the cool of the day
Come my child walk with me, please my child stay
Come here in to our garden by the refreshing water springs
Come sit beside Me all your praises bring

Come to the fountains of never ending mirth
Come My beloved drink, and quench your thirst
Come to the gardens where the lovely flowers sing
Come into my presence and drink from joyous springs

Let me fill your heart with music let me hear you sing.
I will fill you with harmonies and heavenly songs you will sing

Come my daughter and play upon your harp
I long to hear you play it brings joy to my heart

Yes my beloved I long to hear you worshiping my name
Lifting up your voice to the one who in heaven reigns

Come to our Garden our very secret place
Come I long to talk to you and behold your lovely face

Come I long to give you words to fill your heart
Beautiful poetic words within your heart

I know I need not worry you will not keep them to yourself
You will give them out to others, words of peace and wealth

Come into our garden and drink of my new wine

It is joy of serving that lasts through time

Come to My Mountains come breathe the fresh air
Come into my arms and find peace there

Come to Me My children lift your voices and sing your songs
Your voices lifted up in praise for your worship I do long

Poetry By Ruthie, 2003©

Choose your language:
AfrikaansAlbanianArabicBelarusianBulgarianCatalanChinese (Simplified)Chinese (Traditional)CroatianCzechDanishDutchEnglishEstonianFilipinoFinnishFrenchGalicianGermanGreekHebrewHindiHungarianIcelandicIndonesianIrishItalianJapaneseKoreanLatvianLithuanianMacedonianMalayMalteseNorwegianPersianPolishPortugueseRomanianRussianSerbianSlovakSlovenianSpanishSwahiliSwedishThaiTurkishUkrainianVietnameseWelshYiddish