A song without words;
A flight without wings;
A tree without branches;
A kingdom with no kings.
A name without meaning;
A gaze without desire;
A hand held in haste;
A sale with no buyer.
A fence without posts;
A home without love;
A cloud without rain;
A rainbow with no dove.
A line without boundaries;
A river without springs;
A bed without rest;
A harp with no strings.
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A chorus of echoes without a noise;
A world arisen without distinguishing poise.
A time to embrace every tolerated thing?
A time to bow and grovelingly kiss the ring?
No. Not now. Not ever.
A new day has dawned; the devoted stand tall.
A season of hearing and answering the call.
Avoiding the intrigues of senseless humdrum.
Faithful and steady, we must become.
Rising above and entering the fray;
Our Lord has gone before, preparing the way.
So, give words to your song, an anthem of praise.
Fix your eyes on the Son, His resplendent rays.
I waited patiently for the LORD;
he inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the LORD.
Psalm 40:1-3 (ESV)
— February 4, 2026