My Tongue is Bound

My tongue is bound, I cannot speak.
My power is all but gone.
My pen is broken, the ink all fled.
My talent is moving on.
My voice is cracked, my song has left.
I never again shall sing.
I long only for a lonely
Bell for me to ring.
There’s nothing left that I can do,
I feel it more each day.
I cannot find the strength
To even walk into the fray.
I do not know what my Lord
Shall say to me someday
When all I want for now is
To run and hide away.
And yet I hope, even as I
Cower in nameless dread
That He will someday place
A pierced hand on my plain head
And say, ‘It wasn’t easy
But you’ve made it Home forever.
Just take my hand,
We will all now be together.’