Keys To the Heart
Sitting here in my sacred place Sunday after Sunday,
I feel a tremendous joy to be able to add my praise
I use many keys to accomplish my task with my hands down and raised.
But these keys only unlock the doors to men's and women's hearts.
Hopefully filling them with blessings that flow like a river and sing like a lark.
As my hands touch the keys, I feel a Higher Power making them move,
and as they move, I also hear the men's and women's voices that make everything ring.
I sit amazed and most of the time, in my sacred place, I also sing.
Why have I been blessed with this most wonderful tallent?
I don't know, but each week I try my best to give all praise to our King!
The people each week come by and say how much they've been blessed.
When a certain song they've heard played puts them at celestial rest.
So one day I guess I'll know, when I talk to the king.
Just how wonderful it was to play for and help everyone sing.
Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2009
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