Oh, But To Be An Instrument
Once I dreamt of a mighty orchestra
The likes of which had never been heard
And at each chair sat a Christian
Each section had a 1st chair
Occupied by pastors and layleaders
All were poised, waiting for the maestro to begin
The music produced can barely be described
Joy, Bliss, Delight, Elation,
Rapture, Exultation and ecstasy-rolled into one.
Each one playing their parts
Or listening to others play
Then joining together in perfect harmony.
Oh what a joy it would be
To be conducted by the greatest maestro
To be an instrument in the hand of God!
Copyright 2002 Karen Ebel
Free Forum Hosting
Important Announcement
First 