Some Souls

By: Woodrow Odom Lucas

Some souls come to the earth to suffer,

And they suffer in lonely silence from the time they are born to the time that they die,

But when they die, they hear the song of their suffering and their joy begets music,

And they compose the sound of waterfalls at dusk,

And they compose the sound of crickets on a summer night surrounded by people who love you,

And they compose the sound of an infant’s laughter,

And they compose the sound of sincere hearts searching for God singing to the clash of symbols and the raging wind of a bass guitar,

Some souls come to the earth to suffer,

And they suffer in lonely silence from the time they are born to the time that they die,

But when they die, they create a joyful noise that converts the most inveterate of skeptics,

I am a soul,

And I have suffered,

But my music will not wait for the sweet caress of death,

I will compose God’s symphony while I am still alive,

And the homeless, and the sick, and the lonely, and the tired will come to my concert,

And we shall make a joyful noise,

That will convert even the most inveterate of skeptics,

For music cannot be silenced,

It is in the very sting of rejection,

For even rejection can be beautiful,

Beauty is all around us,

Beauty shining,

Beauty singing,

Beauty composing,

Such that one day suffering will be no more and all we will hear is the fury of praise!!

Selah!

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