My life goes on in endless song
above earth's lamentations,
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear it's music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?
While though the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it liveth.
And though the darkness 'round me close,
songs in the night it giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm,
while to that rock I'm clinging.
Since Love is Lord of heaven and earth
how can I keep from singing?
When tyrants tremble in their fear
and hear their death knell ringing,
when friends rejoice both far and near
how can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile
our thoughts to them are winging,
when friends by shame are undefiled
how can I keep from singing?
I've always loved Enya's music and this one is particularly beautiful . . .
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Such imagery makes me think the Psalms over again. Christ came to save us from sin, sorrow, the pain it causes, and show us He has all power over death! There is a poet that penned these words whose name escapes me, "It is spring and the time for the song of crocuses and birds has come!" Christ makes so much new: our heart, our joy, melody in the heart! Enya is a profound artist/musician painting with words and music! Dave
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