Praising With The Angels
I know a girl who cannot speak, but she can sing.
She sings songs in late hours of the night only she knows the words to.
She sings incomprehensible melodies,
with beautiful rhythms and a holy hymn.
When the volume and the hustle of everyday life has died down,
her melodies fill the room.
She is performing for the gracious God that gave her life.
She is praising the God who is greater than her pain.
My mother believes that she doesn’t praise alone.
My mother believes that, in the late hours of the night,
she is singing with angels,
she is worshiping with angels,
and she is rejoicing with angels.
In the late horus of the night,
when the volume of life has died down,
Willa Jane is praising with the angels.