Instrument

I am a masterpiece.

An instrument crafted in silver

by the skilled Creator

Who made

Heart beat

Hands raise

Feet dance

Ears hear

Voice sing

 

To join with others!

In mellifluous melody and harmony

No matter their parts be squeaky or rusty

Polish each other's sounds

Make an orchestra

Encourage the composition

of a victorious symphony

 

Dearest brother

Dearest sister

I have been made to love you

That you would ask

From where flows

Wondrous, euphonic notes

Such hope and peace

Such source of love

 

 

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