My Missing Song

My Missing Song

There's a bead missing from my bracelet.
I've been looking for it now for days.
It's a light blue bead, I don't know how it was freed.
If you find it, I'll be grateful always.

There's a note missing from my songbook.
I've been looking for it now for weeks.
It's a sweet, clear note I was happy that I wrote.
It's a haunting melody that now speaks.

There's a thread missing from my weaving.
I've been looking for it now for months.
It's a scarlet thread, and without it now I dread...
It's a tapestry for which my heart hunts.

There's a voice missing from my chorus.
I've been looking for it now for years.
It's a small, still voice of the very finest choice,
One that used to soothe and calm all my fears.

There's a face missing from my memory.
I've been looking for it all my life.
It's a royal face filled with tenderness and grace.
He's my Lover-love, and I am His wife.

[Bridge--don't have one yet]

All these things, missing in my story...
I can look until my eyes grow dim,
But if I just "be," maybe they will come to me,
And I'll find my heart is safe inside Him.