Poetry by Dee Armes- Hartmann
Wings Hang Low
Oh, little psalm angel, sitting in my garden faire, always reminding me, how much our Father cares! Tho, there are times when sorrow rains down and the clouds gather dark, our Father never leaves us, for He is in our heart! We have learned to cry, yet then rejoice, just as the Psalmist did in past, knowing that our storm will not last. That's the secret we daughters must know, that He is still with us, even when our wings hang low.
Daughter of the King
I took my eyes off Heaven, fell and broke my wing, trapped inside a thorney bush, the lies began to sting.
You're of no use anymore with that broken wing. Who could bear to look at you or need you for anything.
Tears burned my cheeks as my soul became cold. The One who loved me would never say such things so I sang till my prayers were bold!
His heart revealed like lighting, brought forth to me the proof. He said, "There's nothing here distorted, except the lack of truth!
The vines of lies reached up, an attempt to pull me back. But, Heavens song annointed me, lying vines had lost their grip.
In my mind epiphany, God's Spirit brought to me. Even with a broken wing, I'm still the Daughter of the King!
Wings Hang Low
Oh, little psalm angel, sitting in my garden faire, always reminding me, how much our Father cares! Tho, there are times when sorrow rains down and the clouds gather dark, our Father never leaves us, for He is in our heart! We have learned to cry, yet then rejoice, just as the Psalmist did in past, knowing that our storm will not last. That's the secret we daughters must know, that He is still with us, even when our wings hang low.
Daughter of the King
I took my eyes off Heaven, fell and broke my wing, trapped inside a thorney bush, the lies began to sting.
You're of no use anymore with that broken wing. Who could bear to look at you or need you for anything.
Tears burned my cheeks as my soul became cold. The One who loved me would never say such things so I sang till my prayers were bold!
His heart revealed like lighting, brought forth to me the proof. He said, "There's nothing here distorted, except the lack of truth!
The vines of lies reached up, an attempt to pull me back. But, Heavens song annointed me, lying vines had lost their grip.
In my mind epiphany, God's Spirit brought to me. Even with a broken wing, I'm still the Daughter of the King!
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