The Master Musician

The master musician
 Lifts his calloused hands to play
 Upon the strings of the harp of God
 A song crafted simply
 On an instrument of grace
 Making melody for love
 And a symphony rises
 Like incense from cathedral choirs of praise
 And a symphony is sounding
 Like poetry from the pages yellowed in time
 The master musician
 Has studied hours upon end
 Note upon note, page upon page
 Of the masters come and gone
 And now their classic masterpiece
 Become his constant friends
 Making melody for love
 We too are like musicians
 Lifting calloused hands to pray
 From cloistered hearts and cathedralled minds
 We music work with human effort
 Responding to God's grace
 Making melody for love
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