I love the beauty in a song,
Minor moods to major, for which I long,
When harmonics and melodics come into hearing,
My fingers spread the delightful dance without fearing,
Pulled into echoing serenades that are nearing,
Crescendos rise from weak to strong,
Notes perfectly ascended without wrong.

What a gift God had given to us,
More than music I'm singing about Jesus,
All omnipotence and omnipotence in His nature,
Almighty God and Abba-Father part of His nomenclature,
Names we call Him can't hardly express His awesome love or measure,
Descending from strongest to the weak,
The Sovereign Lord has shown how to be meek

May His everlasting song ever be sown,
Watered throughout all my years;
My life at best a small echo of His own,
His grace flowing to all ears;
He is the one who makes all notes known,
When His name is called in trust He hears.

Lovely written Jay.

~Greetings

Silke

Thanks Silk! How are you doing?

in Christ,
Jay