Returning Praise

Music fills the universe

It beats in metered time

The harmonies of heaven

The seas and land entertwine

The changing of the seasons

The dancing sun and moon

They sing of the composer

The one who calls the tune

The cries of the newborn

The silence of the dead

The greening of the forest

The seas by rivers fed

Demand to praise their maker

With every rock and hill

Cry out to praise the artist

Whose purpose they fulfill

So join them with your music

And follow music’s course

Returning to our author

Our pattern and our source.

Anthony Foster April 2004