Music God

There is no artist like the Lord of all,
He paints a beauteous sunset ever day,
nobody else can form a waterfall,
or nightly sketch, then sweep the stars away.

God gives us instruments, the music's ours,
we make the melody, then sing along,
on earth God sticks to shaping silent flowers,
and we must wait for heaven to sing His song.

But where's the music in the world God made?
The birds trill fleet and just repeat their notes,
the chords of nature sound and then they fade,
except refrains that hum from human throats.

The strains of heaven's choirs may be divine,
but here the sweetest symphonies are mine.

                          -- by Pete Voelz          2/07