I hear them screaming,
The voices not seen.
Yet I hear nothing,
Just silence, solitude, and me.

I know theyre there,
I feel their piercing eyes.
Though they seem invisible,
Off their tongues come silent lies.

Im falling fast,
None can hear my cries.
Darkness is to the extent that
Im not sure if open or closed are my eyes.

Suddenly I fall into strong arms,
Around me they embrace.
I look up out of the darkness
And look into His face.

A face that loves
And chases away pain.
A face that heals
A heart once slain.

I hide under wings
Of silver and gold.
A being that took me in,
Young but also old.

I caught His eye,
Compassionate and mysterious.
I see His unfailing power,
And his humbleness glorious.

I relax in His arms,
In a void of creation.
He is greater than anything,
Beyond any explanation.

I whisper praises to Him,
So He alone can hear me.
I remain in His arms,
In silence, but no longer empty.

© 2003 Xenophonic Scream (Kae Lunde)