A Song of Praise
I hung my harp on a willow tree,
No longer could I sing,of what was me,
The tunes of yesterday,of no appeal,
That day,I found,life so real;
I sing today an inspired refrain,
Not of myself,yet simple and plain,
To tell of what has happened to me
Since I hung that harp on a willow tree
inspired by Psalm 137:1/2
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2011
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