Friday, April 8, 2011

Only the Lord's Touch

Every soul like an instrument doth play,
Yea, each unique in appearance and array.
 Describing a bleeding sunset or a ranting sea,
 Only some can obtain perfect harmony.

Would you give thyself each day?
Or on the shelf foolishly stay?
 Some though not a sight to behold,
 Tuned they sing fine as Heav'n's gold!

For only the Luthier's touch,
Can enable a sound like such!

Where doth thy diligence dwell?
For what price wilt thou sell?
 Who composes thy melody?
  What inspires thy tone?

Give thy soul unto the Lord,
In His hands thyself poured.
 By His strength daily withstand;
 For the song of eternity's land.

For only the Lord's touch,
Can enable a soul like such!

By Rachel C. Weller


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