A SONG TO HIS PRAISE
An instrument cannot play itself and I struggle with this fact.
I'm troubled by when I should stay silent and when I should react.
An instrument can't tune itself or make a melody,
But the one who writes the song of life can play me beautifully.
He can play some songs of joy and a song of release
A newsong of eternity that will never cease;
For when the master musician takes me up and plays
The song that is released is a song unto his praise...
Copyright 1994 Anthony Foster