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Song of Life
If I were a note
On the staff of a song,
I'd try to be quiet
And do nothing wrong.
I would wait for the tempo
To determine the speed,
Then I'd fall into place
And let the other notes lead.
Though tempted to rise
An octave or two more,
I'd refrain from that chord
And wait as before.
The melody notes
Flow steady and true,
Then the clef changes pitch!
I don't know what to do!
Do I rise up,
Or go flat on the line?
Should I hold myself tightly
Until I run out of time?
"No!" Says the maestro
With His pen in His hand...
It's time for the harmony,
And my time is at hand!
At first I'm A capella,
Outnumbered and afraid.
But then the choir joins me,
A brand new song is played!
The overture is masterful,
The symphony is ready!
"Can’t the Master see my flaws?"
The staff just holds me steady.
What a joyful noise we've made somehow,
We notes, all woven in tune!
The song of praise we performed today
Will end, alas, too soon.
The conductor will raise his baton once more,
His cheek will feel a tear.
The music played has been glorious,
But the grand finale is here.
We've helped to write the songs of life
For others to be able to sing.
The pages on which we danced, now old,
Fill the Book of Life for a King.
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