The voices of angels
breath through his lips.
The roar of a lion
resides in his chest.
So pure is he,
who sings with the birds,
who runs with the river.
At one is he,
with the rushing wind,
with the gentle breeze.
The voices of angels,
beckoning me.
The roar of a lion,
silences me.
So awed am I,
to hear this man,
to feel his love.
And so I marvel,
he is blind,
yet he can see.
The voice of an angel,
the roar of a lion.
Never has there been
such a voice as his.
Angelic yet fierce;
Gentle yet mighty.
