Pieces of an instrumental joy

      Simple pieces of me, so imperfect yet still so
loved. I know Jehovah loves me. I love how he notices
the efforts I take and strive so hard to maintain.
Still I do fall at times but getting back up is what
Jehovah wants me to do. Just wipe dust, dirt off and
carry on.

      Ah the love just soaks deep into my soul.
Springing so high out of my spirit. So much happiness
is absorbed in a solo moment of ladybugs and
soft breeze.

      Gentle is the laugh that rumbles. Deeply rooted
within my soul. Holding tight upon the spirit. The
bundles of joy that escape from me. Soft whispers of
songs, lyrics that I recall. A small child singing,
dancing in the warm sunlight.

      Sparkling sapphires brighten. Holding onto a part
of history. Oh how quickly I let it go. Just as a child
does to a balloon. So high it floats into the open sky.

      A smile lingers over a pale face. All freckles
sprinkled across cheeks and down upon arms. Soft
kisses they are of Jehovah. Seated, absorbed upon
a warm glow of cream.

      A sigh escapes as the thoughts of dreams coming
true. Ah I close my eyes to allow the wind to smoothe
copper curls down my neck. A ticklish moment that
gains a soft chuckle.

      Tiny are the remaining hopes. Yet so many more
to obtain. Jehovah hears all of them, one by one.

       See the eyes leap within a song. A lullaby once
recalled. Oh how soothed the soul is, how free the
mind seems. So open and relaxed.

     One more sight comes and gently I press onto
another lesson of kindness.

     Hear my spirit rejoice in a flowery verse of wood
instruments.