Ah, sweet melodies that softly wake this morn

Ah, sweet melodies that softly wake this morn
How richly thy welcome adorns
And how my heart within me doth sigh
In stillness oft in me is sadness (why?)

Tis always such sorrow in the quiet
In the early morn or late eve of night
Oh, what tumult rages within me
Am I soft with envy

Or tis deeper still
This lonesome will
Hath pride taken me
To a sea of longing

How far must I wade through these waters
Is the bottom near beside
Must these currents drag me to the undertow
Who can know

The cold of winter brings a chill
And at times a bitterness
Oh to return to the joy of the season
Despite all the world around
Who hath stolen it away

With their toys and trinkets
In them is no joy to behold
For in time they too grow old

But this brokenness can be made whole
If one will but humbly come
To Him who heals the deaf and dumb
For He is the joy of the season

Tis He who has brought light
And life to all man
To them who believe
It is He who
Calms the fears
That plague one
Through the years

Peace is found
In this Prince
And King
Hope is awakened
Forgiveness is found
In this perfect and holy
Son of God

-Joshua Lee Foist