Well I think it’s time to get ready
To realize just what I have found
I have lived only half of what I am
It’s all clear to me now
My heart is on fire
My soul’s like a wheel that’s turnin’
As a meditation (as in Psalms): Imagine being moved to such an extent that you created this song – as a reflection and an offering. Imagine singing it (in spirit) – before God’s presence (where only a few words changed). If so, how far could one be lifted? If so, how far could one be gifted? Sending songs – and receiving songs: Imagine.
It was not only then; it can also be now.
Posted by WindHarps 
Awakenings 