Ode to the Divine Tongue

Our empty hands extend we all as one
Yet ringing fullness fills our single voice
And bursting forth like fervent rays of sun
We mourn, delight, lament, exalt, rejoice

Through ev’ry song we see Your kingdom plain
For music is Your language, rich and true
Not just an opiate to dull our pain
It is a spark’ling window into You

Emotions captured somewhat by mere word
Our hearts express complete through chorus tone
Imperfect spoken praise by You is heard
Yet harmony surrounds Your heav’nly throne

At last when every mouth has ceased to move
All tuneful sounds exhausted and used up
We mind these are but echoes of Your love
Your son’rous grace that overflows our cup