WHEN HE COMES

 
            A COMPLETE SILENCE SURROUNDS ME
            AS I PERUSE MY INNER THOUGHTS
            I’VE LEARNED TO LISTEN INTENTLY
            AS MY TIMES ARE WASTED FOR NOUGHT

            FOR I USUALLY HAVE A VISITOR
            ALTHOUGH HE DOESN’T USE THE DOOR
            WHEN HE AND MY SOUL MERGE
            I ALWAYS KNOW WHO HAS THE FLOOR

            HE FILLS MY MIND WITH SUCH WONDER
            THEN HELPS ME DIRECT IT TO A PAGE
            FOR WHAT I HEAR FLOWS SO FREELY
            WHEN MY PEN AND PAPER DO ENGAGE

            SOMETIMES THE WORDS COME RAPIDLY
            URGENT, AS ONLY HE KNOWS WHY
            OTHERS, A SIMPLE LINE TO START
            THEN HIS PROVENANCE MAKES ME CRY

            FOR I COULDN’T WRITE LIKE HE DOES
            I’D HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO START
            AS HE’S THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE
            OF HANDLING MATTERS OF THE HEART

             I IMPLORE HIM TO PLEASE USE ME
            LET ME BE A FUNNEL FOR HIS WORDS
            HUMBLE, BROKEN, LYING AT HIS FEET
            THRU ME LET HIS VOICE BE HEARD

            NOW ONCE AGAIN I SIT IN SILENCE
            WAITING FOR HIS WORDS TO ARRIVE
            AS THEY COME JOY FILLS MY HEART
            REALIZING THAT THRU ME HE’S ALIVE