If I had a penny for every song that invades my pondering pages
I’d be a rich man before very long for they flow like a river
that rages
Like waves of an ocean they break on my shores 'til a welcome
harbor they find
And with them the richest treasures outpour and unfold in my
hungering mind
If I had a penny for each song in the night that has gleamed in my darkened heart
Like a starry host up in heaven so bright to illumine my soul with their art
And there in the darkness of that lonely place in my heart
there is born a romance
If I will but listen my soul will be tuned and the music
will call me to dance
You give me a penny and I’ll cut it loose For a song’s not a
song till it’s sung
I can still keep it stored in my heart if I choose to sing with
a spiritual tongue
For ev-er-y song that’s receiv-ed affords truest treasures
that you may not see
The songs form a circle twixt me and my Lord for He is the songsmith
in me
If I had a penny for ev-ery song that sings with the hosts’ harmonies
That treasure could cover up unrighteous wrongs For the Songsmith’s
truth shall set us free
His song is an anthem that cancels our fears and gives a song we can enjoy.
He is the Master of musical spheres for he is the Singer of Joy
Ephesians 5:19; Zephaniah 3:17; Job 38:6-7;
December 13, 2019
Anthony Foster
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