Greatest Hits

The record plays,
it's melody soothing,
a respite for the soul.

Thoughts abound
of love won, love lost.
And all the inconsistencies between.

A prayer leaves my lips,
heart stay strong,
be still.

Momentary joy,
there, then fleeting,
accompany the ebb and flow.

The record plays, the needle skips.
The din harsh, unsettling.
I recoil out of reflex.

The Cacophony of the lost,
the broken-hearted and the cynical,
I remain amongst it, grasping.

Regrets flourish,
sorrow overwhelms.
Control is lost.

My prayer returns,
it's power hundredfold,
the Lion-hearted prevails.

I remove the needle,
the record slows,
the vinyl returns to it's home.

Just an album in my collection.

Psalm 130

1 Out of the depths I cry to you, O LORD;
2 O Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive
to my cry for mercy.
3 If you, O LORD, kept a record of sins,
O Lord, who could stand?
4 But with you there is forgiveness;
therefore you are feared.
5 I wait for the LORD, my soul waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
6 My soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.
7 O Israel, put your hope in the LORD,
for with the LORD is unfailing love
and with him is full redemption.
8 He himself will redeem Israel
from all their sins.