singing songs to myself has never been as sweet as the melody You sing over me.

singing to loves lost, comforting myself with soft chords-

these cannot compare to the rhythm of Your voice.

Beloved. Beloved. Beloved, Be Still.

Beloved. Beloved. Beloved.

i’ve pricked my finger on the thorns you’ve placed around me one too many times.

over and over i try to reach past Your protection.

yet Your Love allures me-Your Hand, it guides me-and Your Presence sustains me.

so may i taste and see, that You are Good, O God. 

and sing along to this sweet melody.