The
call had gone forth
For
the music to start
There
were old and young players
Who
were given a part.
The
orchestra leader
Who
headed the band
Found
strings that were broken
Unfit
in their hand.
The
master-conductor
Called
each to the stand
So
chords that were broken
Could
be placed in his hand.
When
all that caused discord
Came
under his rule
Sweet
music flowed outward
Harmonious
and pure.
When
God our Creator
Gave
Jesus control
Redemption
brought pardon
And
life to our soul.
The
music of heaven
Indwelling
the heart
Restores
broken vessels
So
each play their part.
B.
Pent
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