To You, oh Lord, I lift up a song
from a place deep dark in my soul.
It sings itself, this Advent song,
quiet and humble and pure.
My heart opens from within;
it streams out in peace.
From a silent place it sings its notes
of longing and stillness and grief.
Grief that the world is dark at times,
and for the things I’ve lost this year.
Stillness and silence I yearn to hold,
frenzy and noise break piece by piece.
Longing for You to abide here with me,
in this still, small place in my heart.
Longing the spark that lights hope to fill
where the grief and noisiness lived.
My Advent song rises small but true
in the candlelight darkness of prayer.
It’s a carol of hope now, starting to surge.
One candle lit, more song left to sing.
