Postby Anna Mae » Thu Jul 06, 2006 12:46 pm
So many in darkness
So many in darkness
Trying to sing to the light. (I would capitalize Light. I like this line.)
So many worship
What they think is the way
As all along
One Cries
For Them to come home. (Why is 'Them' capitalized?)
And Creation testifies
With a mighty roar,
And the Heart quakes
At the move of the Lord (I really like this chorus.)
So many go their own way
As a tear flows.
So many cry out for a hope
That came long ago
So many sing
With no notes
All along the (Another word such as 'and' or 'while' would help it to flow better.)
Hope knocks at the door
And Creation testifies
With a mighty roar,
And the Heart quakes
At the move of the Lord.
And one testifies
To Let them know. (Why is 'Let' capitalized?)
So many have come
To know Him as Lord
So many testify
Of goodness he's day (This line does not make sense.)
We stand by the hope
when all reason fades.
And Creation testifies
With a mighty roar,
And the Heart quakes
At the move of the Lord
And we who have heard
Cry to tell you
Jesus give light to the worship we bring (Until now you have not been addressing Jesus, but the world. It would be better if you were to stay consistent. I like the line otherwise, though.)
Jesus is the hope you're waiting for
Let him into your Heart
Grab your instruments and Play
Rejoice, Rejoice, for Jesus is Lord.
And Creation testifies
With a mighty roar,
And the Heart quakes
At the move of the Lord.
And the Lord himself
Give notes to the song,
And the Lord himself
Beckons you to sing along.
And Creation testifies
With a mighty roar,
And the Heart quakes
At the move of the Lord
Rejoice in the Lord.
Of your poems, this is probably one of my favorites. Your message is good, as usual. The best part, though, is the chorus. It really strikes a chord in my heart. Put to music, it could be very powerful.
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