God's
Orchestra
The great Composer writes the
theme
And gives us each a part to
play;
To some a sweet and flowing air,
Smooth and unbroken all the way;
They pour their full heart's
gladness out
In notes of joy and service
blent;
But some He gives long bars of
"rests,"
With idle voice and instrument.
He who directs the singing
spheres,
The music of the morning stars,
Needs, for His full creation's
hymn,
The quiet of the soundless bars.
Be silent unto God, my soul,
If this the score He writes for
thee,
And "hold the rest,"
play no false note
To mar His perfect harmony.
Yet be thou watchful for thy
turn,
Strike on the instant, true and
clear,
Lest from the grand, melodious
whole
Thy note be missing to His ear.
Annie
Johnson Flint
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