Hymns

Quietly, in a place far away, untarnished and sacred, lies the words in her head, so still.
And in the dark, she whispers them to the God she prays to.
And in the dark lies her love, where her heart is kept, sleeping, and dormant.
Hymns of glorious praise, only on our lips, unheard. How do we move on?

Hear me, hear me, hear me.
I know that You do.


  Hymns by Kele Goodwin