Song's End

Song’s End Every heart beating Keeps time to a song A story to tell Set to it’s own music. If only we will listen There is so much to hear: It begins with birth In its innocence In a song of discovery So many wondrous things A song that tells of dreams While still crawling to a walk. The song may lack maturity At this stage But it makes up for that With sheer volume. From there the songs change In tempo and quality Some become chaotic While some define peace Some send out cries for help While others contain hope Some sing songs of wisdom But some of morbid destruction. Throughout this world There are many songs Simultaneously playing So many in fact, That it is hard To hear each song. But there is One Who was listening Even at song’s end Oh God how I wonder About each song That one who was so young Whose song of innocence Or those older that sang Of love and wisdom Was ended so quickly Because of the music Of selfish ambition Silencing another’s beat Here on earth forever. My God why oh why Would someone choose Such a horrible sound And make it their own? Oh Lord you give us: The beat, The passion, The instruments, And such awesome direction Why don’t we all just follow Your loving lead, Making heavenly music together? And allow our songs To gently fade into the twilight That befalls us all That leads into the new dawn Lord, as I continue to sing The song of this heart I must move to make Your music mine And delight in your lyrics In the rest of my day. Help me oh Lord To hear others songs And let the beat Of my heart be yours For dear Jesus None of us know What time today There will be Song’s end.