The master musician Lifts his calloused hands to play Upon the strings of the harp of God A song crafted simply On an instrument of grace Making melody for love
Chorus: And a symphony rises Like incense from cathedral choirs of praise And a symphony is sounding Like poetry from the pages yellowed in time
The master musician Has studied hours upon end Note upon note, page upon page Of the masters come and gone And now their classic masterpiece Become his constant friends Making melody for love
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We too are like musicians Lifting calloused hands to pray From cloistered hearts and cathedralled minds We music work with human effort Responding to God?s grace Making melody for love
