On my way home rushing, I heard a soft cling-clang
With a beautiful voice, it echoes as He sang.
Each word rhymes with hope, blended with firm faith,
a golden kind of light had surrounded, I was bathe.
I halted, savored it for a while, Your wisdom had spoken
It freed me, renewed this heart that just got broken.
It was 5 am, I was on my way home from hospital so exhausted , a sound of a church bell I heard somewhere had given me this different kind of feeling of hope and strength, I know it was Him speaking to me….