Each one’s an instrument He makes
And tunes for songs He will compose
To play through each for others’ sake
And soothe away our sinful woes.
It is our choice to let Him tune
Our bodies, minds to play His songs,
And sometimes He will need to prune
What in His harp does not belong.
But when His fingers strum our strings,
And we His music finally hear,
With us His choirs of angels sing
As heaven to our earth draws near.
For each of us in symphony
Is needed to make music soar–
United in polyphony
Our hearts will never ask for more.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 