GOD'S GIVEN GRACES

the world is wove with waves and wires
for mass communication
but messages designed this way
lack drama and sensation

though fingers fly upon the keys
without much hesitation
we find the many nuances
get lost in the translation

in time, you'll find as science fades
the state of art commences
technology can't hold a flame
to God's sweet given senses

these human sounds can bounce right off
a satellite's that's twirling
and all across this spinning ball
these echoes will be hurling

in every corner of the map
some language will be curling
a banner rising up a pole
and soon to be unfurling

but human voices touch the heart
because there are no fences
how sweet to whisper in your ear
with God's sweet given senses