I can tell it’s morning when the birds begin to sing,
The beginning of dreams, the Son and the sea.
Jesus is calling me.
I must go far away,
Servant soul.
If I could only ride on your colt of pride
Instead I’ll sway palms and sing praises nigh.
Love healing hearts, Shirah Chante, Relationship Artist
Listen to the reading of the poem “Solace” on my podcast, Teens Draw Near to God.