Whenever sorrow lingers near,
My burden to Christ I bring,
For Jesus, listening, can hear
The songs that I cannot sing.
Though mute my tongue may sometimes be,
The Lord hears my silent prayer;
His precious peace sweeps over me,
Removing the weight of care.
Then freely I mount up on eagles’ wings;
No longer silent, gladly my heart sings.
Isaiah 40:31 But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
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Ravenfly ~ 10-line rhymed poem (decastich) written in 2 quatrains and a couplet
Syllabic count: 8-7-8-7, 8-7-8-7, 10-10
Rhyme scheme: abab cdcd ee
Meter is optional
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