Melody Day 🎹
Soon the sounds of silence will give way
To a tinkling melody
As points of color dance and sway
As the keys ring out those marvelous notes
That the piano knew by rote.
And the piano did play itself
As if possessed by the Holy Ghost.
And it was as if the warm music flowed over my chilly quivering soul,
On one dank day,
When light withheld it’s one last ray,
And my body was flanked with pain Under life’s relentless stressful strain.
But me the Lord did not distain
As God’s warm music flowed
Over my cold quivering soul.?
Now His warmth did make me whole.