Submitted by
clara_anita
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Coming to YOUR house
this Sunday
I have so much to say
yet, no word to utter
too much to feel
yet, numb is all I become
It’s simply not the right time to pray
and here come the little sparrows
flying through the huge church’s windows
soaring freely above my head
chirping – singing – the melodious hymn to the Lord
Strangely, I just know YOU are listening
to the little sparrows’ singing
Somehow, I can see YOU are smiling
Slowly, I can feel YOU understand the whole thing
So, I close my eyes
saying nothing
Enjoying the stillness
Humming the silent hymn to YOU
Since I do believe YOU would understand