As I sit here deep in thought on feelings from within my heart,
I wonder should I write them down or would they make the Master frown?
For here within my heart in deed is lust and pride and even greed.
A mortal man,I must confess,I am not more, I am not less.
Yet a violin is worth so much if guided by a master's touch,that I
wonder would he take my hand and lead me in his wondrous plan?
For even though my heart seems dark,I can hear the Master talk.
I hear the word,he speaks to me,his pleading voice,his empathy.
He tells me of his mighty plan,to spread his word across the land,and
tells me of his precious son,who died for me and everyone.
But there's still more he tells to me,so listen friend,perhaps you'll see,For he tells me of some bread and fish,of a rich man's dream but
How the lame man walked,the dumb man talked,how the blind man even saw,how the deaf man heard.
The Holy word...The master gave us all.
He even tells of Lazarus,a man who once did sleep,until the Son called out,"Come forth!"from the death the Lord can keep.
Yes,So our souls would not be lost,His holy Son has paid the cost,and died for us on calvary so all sinners can be free.
Then on the third day he did rise and death we come to realize,is not that final act we thought,when we have Christ in our hearts.
It's why that though my heart seems dark,I still can hear the Master talk to me,a lowly mortal man,but an instrument in God's great plan.