{"id":93832,"date":"2021-06-26T16:26:39","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T20:26:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=93832"},"modified":"2021-06-26T16:26:39","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T20:26:39","slug":"hillsong","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hillsong\/","title":{"rendered":"Hillsong"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Seven small voices hushed by his grief<br \/>\nOne small woman to light the way<br \/>\nA war so heinous<br \/>\nIts crimes changed the world<\/p>\n<p>A time of opulence for some<br \/>\nA time of poverty for most<br \/>\nThe maniacal ravings of a leader<br \/>\nBrought the world nearly to its knees<\/p>\n<p>One small woman<br \/>\nTempestuous and head strong carried an angel\u2019s voice<br \/>\nLed the way for family and country<br \/>\nThrough lyric, timing and love<\/p>\n<p>A nun was not what she would be<br \/>\nJust as the sisters all suspected<br \/>\nOne small woman such as she<br \/>\nCalled to lend the world her light and charity<\/p>\n<p>It was not long before he saw<br \/>\nThrough the fog of grief and war<br \/>\nStole his family through the night<br \/>\nAway from war into the hills<\/p>\n<p>They ran and ran and sang and sang<br \/>\nHidden by mountains high and snow so deep<br \/>\nThey lost the little one it is so<br \/>\nFleeing from their native land of Austria<\/p>\n<p>Their story\u2019s been told around the globe<br \/>\nOf one small woman with her heart and soul<br \/>\nSaved a family from all harm<br \/>\nTo live again in a foreign land<\/p>\n<p>Her songs live on this very day<br \/>\nHer voice still moves this old woman\u2019s heart<br \/>\nThe first book read at morning\u2019s light<br \/>\nThe last book held each and every night<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Seven small voices hushed by his grief One small woman to light the way A war so heinous Its crimes changed the world A time of opulence for some A time of poverty for most The maniacal ravings of a leader Brought the world nearly&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":795,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-93832","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93832","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/795"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=93832"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93832\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":93839,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93832\/revisions\/93839"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=93832"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=93832"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=93832"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}