Living Lent: Truest Singing

As I awoke this morning from a night of grief-laced sleep, the first three verses of this hymn, whose words were written by Jean Janzen, spilled from me:

I sing to you from summers of my heart
My voice a field of surge and greening
My roots established in the long-lit hours
Your presence in the throbbing

I sing when fullness burnishes my day
The mellow spices of completion
The harvest of my life in you which yields
A juice of joy and feasting

But when in silence nothing rises up
Into my soul, and I am frozen
When iron days refuse to split and thaw
The clutch of ice to flowing

I struggled to remember the final verse all morning, till it came to me just now:

Then give me faith that warmth will swell the bud
to song, which like a leaf will open
For from the urgings of your steadfast love
There flows my truest singing

Easter's Aurora draws near.

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