The Father's Song Poem by Carol Fleming Klein

Your song
He sings over you
your song from birth

As the sun rises golden and glowing
the song drifts over the hills
warming and awakening

He sings
a song
a love song
a song of design and destiny

At times
it pipes out sweet and strong
inviting
like a spring morning

At others
it pours out
like a steady stream
of water flowing over rocks

In the watches of the night
the Father's song
comes at times so sweetly
so tenderly
it resonates
in darkness
wrapping around you
like a comforter of down
the song He sings

Your song
Your own

from Zephaniah 3: 17
Tuesday, February 4,2014