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A PICTURE OF YOU
By Mildred L. Music
July 29, 2007
The words to my song had meaning,
but the tune for it somehow seemed wrong
Then your fingers danced over the keyboard
and the music flowed into my song
I wanted somehow to say "Thank You."
Though the gift that I thought of seemed small
I was thinking of mounting your picture
on a clock to display on your wall.
Tears filled my eyes when I realized
that you wouldn't be able to see it at all.
Then I saw deep in your heart, eyes of a different kind,
And I drew this picture of you in my mind.
You stand ten feet tall with an exceptional ear
dancing fingers, that play what you hear
A soul that is gentle, and feet that are swift,
Arms outstretched with that musical gift
On bended knees, your lips move in prayer,
Your heart is so humble, as you linger there.
Your hands are raised high, your head is bowed low,
The spirit of God on your face is aglow.
Now don't be surprised at my picture of you,
Sometimes God let's me see with my heart too.
Maybe it's best that we've not always known
the good we've done by the seeds we've sown.
God gave most of us far more than we share,
while others do exploits, with the cross they bare.
You give beauty to words that lie dormant and still,
While doing with joy, your maker's will.
God knew what he was doing, designed each with a plan,
And His way is perfect for every man.
Now singers sing and hearts are caressed.
Your talent you've used and souls have been blessed.
This earthly tabernacle, we'll all leave behind,
Then we'll know for sure, who was truly blind.
Some see with their eyes, and some with their heart.
Each plays on life's stage, an intricate part.
The Lessons you teach, we all need to know;
how to see with our heart and sing with our soul.
No matter the cross, whatever the test,
You teach us to give it our very best.
To labor for others, and help them succeed,
With joy in our hearts, to keep planting new seed.
With a voice that's anointed, a spirit that's real,
Love flowing freely, that others can feel.
Though I'd never met you, I could see as I drew,
This beautiful picture, is a picture of you.
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