You say, my friend, that you cannot find
A song, somewhere, with your name
It will surely not fit in a tune
Is the simple thing that you claim
Sorry to say, but I disagree
For I've heard your name quite a bit
In so many notes and so many beats
It just happy and perfectly fits
I saw you lift another's sad heart
With a hug and smile truly real
As lyrical beauty, a rhythm was born
In the way you made them feel
With boldness and conviction unmoving
A record of God, you did bear
Oh, such harmony, to my ears, I heard
The ballad of truth that you shared
My cupboard once empty, you filled
And the aching pains of my soul
Were then the taste of sweet melodies
In the music I ate from my bowl
Once struggling, I wept free, in your arms
You dried up my tears with your words
From you to me, flowed a lullaby
And I felt the strength of the chords
Often I've heard the fish is the last
To notice, in the water, it stands
I wonder, my friend, if it's not also so
For the instrument played by God's hands
Now, hear the rhapsody, He will play
Through your faith, this night and day long
It is the name of Heav'n that you praise
For His, is the name of your song
Rhyme inspired by Melissa Wells (A good Neighbor)
And by St Luke 10:29-37
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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