Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Dust Off That Guitar

Oh sweet music flowing from the depths of my soul.
We have parted ways for a little while.
You never left me, it was I who moved.
I was busy. Too busy for You.

I'm dusting off my lonely guitar
 and hoping my voice isn't too rusty to sing
a song of love, a song of praise, a song just for You.

Oh Heaven, if you still want me,
I'm listening.
Give me the words and a soft melody.
I know they can't capture it, or even begin to contain our love.
Our sweet love.

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