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