May I Become a Fountain of Song

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May I Become a Fountain of Song

I plumb the heavens for a song to stream through
My waiting mind, for my waiting hands —
To hear the strains, to play the notes
A tease, a glimmer of melody begins to trickle
Shimmering silver on my tongue, I sing
And soon the tune comes flowing forth

I listen as the fountain of sound bursts again
Strumming the melody in a calm, clear tone
Leaving my mind to wonder what it heard
Lifting the veil of darkness as it moves
Reviving my listening heart to accept
The golden decibels of joy and love

Again and again, I plumb the heavens for song
And again and again, the melodies flow
From the vast divine scripture of song
I would have as mine but humbly allow
That only the Divine Hymnist can compose
The bliss of the songs that flow through me