If a voice be true


This song has been on a continuous loop for several weeks now. It seems to speak to me on a very deep level. It makes me wonder…will there come a day when the night will end? Will there come a day when I will be able to know what now I do not know, can not know? I cannot go back to believing in the God of modern Christianity. But will there be a time when the veil will lift and I will know the Beloved? The one that I hungered for like a starving woman for so many years? The one that I followed into this long, dark night? Will I find a way to God, to Light, to Source, to Something? I wait. I refuse to pretend to know the answers. The questions are my only companions. But I find others, from time to time, who share this harrowing journey and it fills me with gratitude to remember that I am not alone.

If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will

If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

And end this night
If it be your will

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