The Instrument

My heart is a drum, My hands are symbols, I have a voice like a cat And people use thimbles. They plug up their ears And over the years, All of my peers have… Purchased from Sears. I think I have learned, That music is lovely, I listen and hum, I play on above-ly… What does that mean, you may ask? In heavens own orchestra, I will be correct and on task. The Master knows my talents And there is no mask. His Glory in all things, His Grace Renown. I wish I could play better, If only for now.