Poem - The Orchestra
T H E O R C H E S T R A
Supremely they played.
Each instrument at the appropriate time
Contributing bar or phrase or line
Interweaving, so sublime
Patterns created by the Composer.
Each following with devoted eye
Captive (yet, in some way, truly free)
Tied to baton weaving.
Each player obeying Master's will
Yet free to bring his consummate skill
To melodies enchanting.
Each soul unto the music given
Selfless and without division
Worshipping the author hidden
Architect of a music so divine
Which, perfected thus, sends
Chords of adoration floating upwards
Returning to their Creator.
God ordained it so;
And through symphonic wholeness
Speaks to Man.
"This" says He "Is how I planned it.
My Son will lead you
In my Symphony of Life."
Give yourselves to this Conductor
And He will give Himself to you.
Each bar and phrase and line
Of life is His concern.
He will draw from you
Such music
As you thought you never had within
In order that God's Symphony
May send the chords of adoration
Floating upwards - so He planned it -
Returning to their Creator.
Lester Edenborough
August 1998
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