These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Wondrous Sounds

Life is full of wondrous sounds.
The birds above in boughs they sing.
Christ, The Maker's Grace abounds.
They sit to chirp or take to wing.

Softly drops the rain this night
to water peace within each heart.
Pitter pat in hope that's light
with rest it gives from evening's start.

Hymns are blest in ev'ry form.
The instrumental "white noise" paints
quiet evening, no alarm,
gentleness for Blood-washed saints.
(John 3:16; John 6:37,44; John14:6)

Cars, that travel on this road,
they bring their drivers home to dine.
Bless-ed peace in one's abode.
An evening there with rest so fine.

Trumpet Call for those, who wait.
The Wedding Feast in robes of white.
Season seen, but not the date.
To live with Him there's no more night.

by Jay O’Toole
on March 26th, 2024






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