Night after night, you could hear the faint sounds of a melody for no less than an hour coming from the room.
She may have missed a meal that night, but the melody remained.
She may have lost a father that day, but the melody remained.
Though the room was void of natural light, her heartfelt words invited a presence that filled the room with light.
Light that could be seen with your eyes closed and your heart open.
Light brighter than a thousand stars.
Light more beautiful than morning glories.
More powerful than laughs.
More sustainable than bamboo.
A light that resembles the Son.
One moment in His presence melts away fears.
Breaks every word.
Gives health to bones.