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This Harp by louis gander The dust completely covered the memories of old, as I sat in my attic, as melodies turned cold - though still completely faithful for all these many years, I had no lone ability to perk up hungry ears. Until the seed was planted, forgiven all, times seven - until I grew through practice - a harvest seen in Heaven - until revived with water - until restored with oil - this harp was all but worthless, lacked spirit through my toil. BUT THEN set to a purpose and held in humble love, full notes created music which floated high above. This harp exposed a message, our melodies took wing - but only when His fingers strummed each and every string. |
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