In my heart’s sequestered chambers
Lie truths stripped of poet’s gloss
Words alone are vain and vacant
And my heart is mute
In response to aching silence
Memory summons half-heard voices
And my soul finds primal eloquence
And wraps me in song
Wraps me in song
If you would comfort me
Sing me a lullaby
If you would win my heart
Sing me a love song
If you would mourn me
And bring me to God
Sing me a requiem
Sing me to heaven
Touch in me
All love and passion
Pain and pleasure
Touch in me
Grief and comfort
Love and passion
Pain and pleasure
Sing me a lullaby
A love song
A requiem
Love me, comfort me
Bring me to God
Sing me a love song
Sing me to heaven
-Jane Griner
