Silence Pleas

Prayers whispered in silence ~ Behind locked doors of pain
No one ever seeing ~ The scars that still remain

Smiling on the outside ~ While torment floods my soul
Will someone dare to help me ~ The key to life you hold

I long to find the freedom ~ The key to help me cope
Why am I left to suffer ~ Where is this thing called hope

I cry out now to Jesus ~ Will someone heed His plea
I know He’s sending someone ~ He’s given them the key

With hope I will press onward ~ Looking for reprieve
Waiting in my silence ~ Knowing soon I will be free

Dianne Lombardo ©2008

Original Light

As the darkness dawns and stars emerge the moon it does appear
What is this light so bright and fare that seems to ride the air
It sometimes is a crescent and sometimes full and bright
But sometimes hides its face for days as clouds block out its light

Where does it’s light originate and how does it know to glow
It must gain strength from a greater source, that source I need to know
I watch as evening gathers and once again I see
The moon in all its glory as if to shine on me

I gaze and ask it gently, why does your light appear
It whispers back with gladness, “because the Son is near”
How do I get this beauty, this shining of the Son
You simply ask my darling, and walk with Him as one

Then as you get to know Him, His light will pave your way
And shine on you each moment through the night and through the day
When clouds come you may falter and wonder where He’s gone
But know that He is always there, His truth is shining on

Dianne Lombardo ©2009