When your world falls silent it allows Gods song over you to be heard. Quietly and beautifully rising deep in your being. Each note falling like April showers quenching your thirsty soul. Mending your broken heart and washing away the silt from past pain. Streams of pure living water fresh from the throne of grace. Rejoice in sorrow as it is only in that place you realise the depths Jesus will go to heal your heart and make it clean. To wash your eyes so they can see and open your ears so you can here the melody of the Father as his lullaby of peace envelopes your soul.