I've joy inside and happiness.
That's when I want to thank God more,
But the words I need I'm searching for.
How can one thank the Christ who died,
And for mankind was crucified?
Though I find rhymes within my words,
How paltry are my chosen verbs.
I desire more than trifling speech,
I need other means with which to reach.
To use unspoken words from in,
My only way of reaching Him.
My heart says what I cannot voice,
There are no syllables of choice.
My heart communicates direct,
In silence He and I connect.
He hears exactly what I say,
Though not a sound is heard this day.
My heart shouts out in quietude,
And God does hear my gratitude.
Ginny)Ellis~
Bobby) Millar
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