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     If my life was music
I will discover beauty in all things

Like the melody erupting

From the skillful fingers of raindrops 

on the rooftop

Mingling with the ground 

In orchestral symphony.
    If my life was music

I would have lyrics blazing

From within like Jeremiah

Flaming with life

Till it reaches a crescendo

Where everyone’s soul pops with glee.
If my life was music

I would have lyrics tasting

Sweet as Ezekiel’s scroll

On the tongues of all

Who wants to take a bite

Till all bitter hearts be done with bile
    If my life was music

Like deafening sound of thunder

Or as a priest with a shofar

I will take his praises to unknown sea shores

Causing endless flow of symphony.
    If my life was music

I will hum to the Heavens

With melody in my heart

I will tune my mind to the benevolent

Ambience of His presence.
    If my life was music

I will sing with largesse

In unknown languages

Because I have been skilled sparingly
   If my life was music

I will bring to life

That concert within me

Erupting like a lava

Responding to deuteronomy 4:24
   If my life was music

Silence would seize to exist

I will proclaim from the mountains

Teaching the world songs of His goodness
    If my life was music

With my ten strings

To the rhythm of life’s blues

I will sway

As I observe how powerful He is

The Conductor of nature’s Opera

Help me O Lord, this I pray
Be my rudder, lest I sway

The world calls me out to play

Leave the cross and come this way

O how I have become fray 

Left royalty to play with clay

What can I do? What’s to say?

Save I want You day by day

Holding your hand all the way

Holding me up like a tray

So I do not fall by the way

Alas I cry, how I bray 

I recall when I used to lay 

On Your chest and hear You say

‘I am Your Life, Truth, and Way

Abide in Me, lest you sway

For My shoulders are but dray 

For you to cast on and lay

Your burdens if you may’

I yearn for You, night, noon, and day

To hear the sweet words You say

But I’m soaked in miry clay

Dirty, hence kept You at bay

‘I’m dirty, filthy’, I say

You smile and say, ‘come that way’

Now my soul sings out and say

Help me O Lord, this I pray

Be my rudder, lest I sway.