Song

 

We were born with ears for music 

And melody deep in the heart;

The rhythm and the tune

Are never far apart. 

As we seek to make sense of life—

To be free—be of value, be whole,

We can't ignore the notes 

That are written on the soul.

We each have a measure that's playing— 

It repeats in the still, all night long.

But the one who knows it the best 

Is the one who created the song.

It's crafted and formed with precision 

For just one collaborative voice,

But whether we join in the song 

Will always be our choice.

There is joy upon the high notes,

And sorrow accompanies the lows,

But there's peace throughout the anthem 

A reborn spirit knows.

There's wisdom in the chorus

And grace upon the trebles 

That resonates within us 

When we've finished being rebels.

There never was a song 

So woven and entwined 

As the psalm God sings over you—

Unlike any earthly kind.

It's the poem of your uniqueness, 

Your identity, your essence.

It's the lullaby you'll start to hear 

When entering His presence.

It's the melody He sings—

A Ballad of love just yours—

And when you join the song with Him, 

That's when true harmony soars.

 

© 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart