A murmured hush; a voiceless song; a prayer

Disclosed itself upon my inward heart.

Just when it first began I’m not aware:

It came so silently without a start.

Since first I noticed it, I’ve let it sing;

It seems I ever knew it, all along;

And likely such sweet sound will always ring,

For, since it found me, it has been my song.

I had not skill enough to know its name:

This song was sent to me, as are all gifts.

I knew not how to live until it came,

But now it lights my way and it uplifts.

This song shows me the life I did not see:

It is the voice of God that carries me.

Photograph by Christina Smith © IRI