A WORDLY VIOLIN

[Gary]

A WORDLY VIOLIN

Sometimes a poem turns into a song
“A song of the soul set free”
Then oft times it is reversed
As songs birth poems in me.

As well as when I’m in God’s Word
It begins to stir within
I hasten to find pen and paper
To write what my soul has seen.

And sweet to me is that Spirit
That to this task doth lend
An inner musical arrangement
A wordly violin!

Strains of which, bring forth chorus
Where notes take off with glee
And do a dance across the page
These notes, they too are free!

Down the corridors of time
And round the days of ease
They find their way to do the job
To make the Spirit pleased.

With energizing heavenly power
Which never does diminish,
They keep at their protocol
Until the job is finished!

Pleasure then comes to this heart
As I give thanks and pray
Lord let these words touch some life
And move them to obey.

There it’s done, my task is done
I’ve been faithful to my Master
I give the poems to my wife
She types them so much faster.

And off they go, the poems go
Who knows where they are off to?
But sent along with a prayer as well
From the Spirit, Who has sought you?
Grace, Grace, Astounding Grace
Abounding Grace, we know it
Still we sing these songs of praise
From the hearts of poets!

Watch it move and work within
This is its finest hour
As men are saved by grace alone
By Holy Spirit power!

Here’s the choir, here they come
The young, the old, the sages
Who do the work for which they’re sent
Bringing life to pages!

Copyright Gary James Smith
October 31, 2010 @ 9:30 a.m.