God's Master Choir
God’s Master Choir
Nature swells unbroken,
I believe Though, find it odd
how the birth of the earth was spoken
with words from the breath of God.
Heaven’s harp strings sound
with mystique and stinging emotion,
songs played with a howling moan,
as the wind sings with the ocean.
A serenade with a choir of voices,
with many a note to lend
and mysteries of air and water playing music out of the wind.
I hear the salty waves breaking,
and their roar upon the shore
and the spray stings my face
like old sailor’s songs and lore.
With the rain’s drip, drop soaking my coat
my hat sails into the wind’s high squeal.
The seabirds sing their gliding songs
and every note surreal.
The lonely cry of the Whip-poor-will
from deep in the night, he calls.
His sorrowful reframe gives way to light and may may never be heard at all.
Nature’s songs, never to cease,
plays on like the Savior’s Birth.
Harmony unknown and beautifully written,
by God for his choir on earth.
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