Thursday, December 15, 2016

The Music of the Strings

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It was the words they sang
That moved my feet to dance.
It set me high on a ledge,
And secure me with a hedge.

It was the notes they strummed
That made my heart beat thrum.
They chanted of a Savior born
In a humble manger all for love.

It was the songs they played
On the strings as their fingers strayed,
That stirred a snoozing soul awake,
It matched the music angels make.

It was the tale they weaved
Under ten thousand eaves
That made the whole world burn
And proclaim, “Christ is born.”

Akpan



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