Singing Without a Throat
My throat was a wadi of dust and rocks
reflecting the parched life of my soul.
Some little droplet
to sooth and save a life,
Then the spring appeared,
“Draw water, come to the spring.
Be washed of the dust and the rocky places.
Sooth your throat, sing a song,
a song of salvation.”
© Marty Schoenleber, 1997
May your Sunday reflections be filled with joy in the song of the Savior’s salvation.