As The Homely But Happy Music Of A Wooden Flute, A Heart Song Poem by Glen Kappy
As The Homely But Happy Music Of A Wooden Flute, A Heart Song
As the homely but happy music of a wooden flute
so let me be
but only let me play for thee.
I don't care to be in a dazzling symphony.
I'll be the simplest instrument
but only let me play for thee.
For when I think of thy greatness, God
then praises fill my being—
the desire and expectation of the ages
the Creator-God whose praises
the most distant and differing peoples
should join and sing.
As the homely but happy music of a wooden flute
so let me be
but only let me play for thee.
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5/4/2024 10:37:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this one - simple but powerful. Do you play an instrumwnt? I learned recorder not too long ago and and would like to try out some different flutes.
i don't play an instrument now. i used to play harmonica years ago, and i like to sing. i was out for a walk one morning (i think it was) , and the idea for this poem came to me- as did as the robins greet the dawn. thanks for the affirmation, laurie. -glen