Rippling tide of light shimmering sound
Rising, falling—run-spinningly trills:
Graceful flow of Love and Laughter fills
The listening heart with Joy. And all around
The running, running rhythm does surround
The room with growing sheerness—now thrills
The calm and quiet mind. And then it spills
Rushing-rivuletly all over—sweep me off the ground...
And then I'm flying away to that city of Heaven,
Rushing to earth to be pulled back to Him
—King of all nature and heaven and earth
—Messiah incarnate by death gives us birth
—Beautiful Savior: of Him all earth sings—
Praise be to God for musical wings!
- D. Benning
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