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Tuesday, 17 October 2017

Fulfilled by God

Today's blog is a poem I wrote with the intention of turning it into a song, though I have yet to write a melody for it. The difference between a song and a poem is in the structure, especially when you have a chorus that repeats, although most (any?) poems could potentially be converted to songs.

Fulfilled by God

I’ve been running on empty for too long
Lord, hear the hollow reverb of my song
All You’ve ever given is now gone,
I am quite spent and all alone

Lord, hear my plea
and answer me,
Turn your ear to hear
and draw me near

Lord, I’ve been searching for someone
in a multitude of faces come and gone
Why is it that I never seemed to know
it was You I looked for high and low

Lord, I have come through many a trial
I’ve been tried and tested and it took a while
But I’ve discovered that only with trust
my life gains renewed momentum and thrust.

You have placed a new song in my heart
You have granted me a brand new start
Emptiness has been filled up with love
consistently replenished from above.

An original poem by Miekie (Marietjie Uys).
'n Oorspronklike gedig deur Miekie (Marietjie Uys).

Marietjie Uys (Miekie) is a published author. You can buy my books here:You can purchase Designs By Miekie 1 here.
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