The echo with

My pen was stopped the rhyme was too
But  my heart it sang with love, it's true:
Creator Redeemer and Lord of All
What wondrous things, inside me falll

The day, the night, the hours that pass
They sing, they shout, they call at last
To a silenced writer and an artist too
Return return to what you best do...

So once again with the hours galore
I listen and hear and write once more
For He who gives and dwells above
Would have me sing and share His Love

Oh can you hear it.. oh can you not:
The echo within you:  that echoes a lot?
Its bursting and bubbling and longing to be
An attractive gift for humanity

So let it out and let it begin
That secret something.. you're holding within
Don't worry, don't fret or measure its worth
Just let it out and it'll bless the  earth..