Every moment, when you look at me
Clearly you can see the characters that I form.
You can trace the lyrics that I exude
The crooked lines that do not always find its rhyme
But with each step, each day,
Pieces of this puzzle that I am,
Come together to form the words that you now call
Beautiful. Amazing. Graced. Focused. Creative. Child of God.
This is my calling.
This song that I sing with this life that I live.
This is my calling.
I do not always form the right words.
On my own, these lyrics do not make sense.
I do need Your beat to feel my flow.
Your strings caressing my being
Setting me free from all my worries
The sound of your drum pouring forth instructions
Deep down my subconscious
Those keys paving the way, ordering my steps
Teaching me how to sway to your beautiful tempo
I am nothing.
And the sweet sound you make is everything
Your rhythm moves the waters
Your rhythm directs the wind swiftly
Your rhythm soars high to the heavens
Pouring down to the earth
With everything in between dancing to your lovely tune
Yet You give me this privilege to be Your song
To create the lyrics that fits perfectly to your masterpiece
The words don’t come every time, You know that
Sometimes, I’m just full of mumblings, musings and sweet little nothings
Yet I am Your beautiful song
You and I make perfect music
This beat will never end, I know that
And when this song transcends beyond this existence someday
The lyrics that I’ve formed will remain
And I will continue being Your song
Filled with heavenly chants
The likes of HALLELUYAH!
Yes Lord!
Let this be my song…
Together with the twenty and four Elder lyricists.
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