He was in the mood for a sweet delight this morning as I sat with Him…:) Enjoy….He is writing your masterpiece..
There once was a little violin
Her strings prepared just so
She looked for a place to play
The melodies in her soul.
The tunes they sung in the night
With Glory from Heaven’s throne
Her Father a Master Conductor
Arranged each chord and note.
The tones at times shrill with anguish
Revealing inner fears and wars
While others seemed calm as a river
Where Swans could glide evermore.
The days of lengthy playing
Left her strings at times very sore
Yet joy would flee and diminish
If she should play no more.
Her ears were tuned to the throne room
Where Father prepared her piece
The angels formed an orchestra
That helped her keep her strength.
Each song of intense rehearsal
For years now seemed to release
It’s time for the little violin
To play Father’s Masterpiece. .
(June 9, 2015)
