The Message

The sun was setting low and the moon was rising high and the colors burned into a sheet offlaming evening sky

the spirit in me willing and my Lord knew this too well and did whisper down unto me mysteries that I dare not tell

the weeping trees were swaying and the people all had went out of no where came the message which I'm sure he must have sent

Oh I listened so intently, oh how glorious his voice asking how I could not know in my heart I'd made the choice

many tears did fill my eyes down my cheeks I let them roll as he sent his life into me giving me a newborn soul

and I had to ask the question how my Lord could love me still though my world did try to hurt him though my world did try to kill

how I felt his words go through me and I'll fel till last I live those two words that shine forever said so clearly,"I forgive."

the moon was setting low and the sun was rising high as I smiled above to heaven hidden in a sheet of sky.

Brittany