Posted on May 22, 2012 at 1:52 am

Music of Heaven

I come with my armor in place,
Emotions in check,
And thinking I’m smarter,
Or just more realistic.
I sit with my frozen smile,
All the while
Reluctant to trust what I’m told.
Cynical, cold,
Challenging music of Heaven
To open a crack in my chest
And let something glorious in.
Music of Heaven
Should puncture me, suddenly
Blessed, blessed, blessed –
Let the music begin.
Let the music begin.They sing and they cry and I watch,
Lean back in my chair,
The classic New Yorker,
Alone among millions,
Indifference upon my face,
Out of place,
But longing to feel what you feel…
Like it was real;
Like there could be music of Heaven
That opened some path to your soul
And let something glorious in.
Music of Heaven
Allows you to give up control …
Yes, yes –
Let the music begin.
Let the music begin.And I sit there with dry eyes
And cold hands
Judging and standing apart.
Dry eyes
And cold hands,
Waiting and wondering
When will it open my heart?
When will it open my heart?
When will I open my heart?
I hear you sing
I hear you sing
And I want to say, “Yes!”
Yes!
Yes!
I hear you singing…
Holy Father!
I want to sing Holy Father!
I want to sing Holy Father!
And I want to say Yes!
Say yes!
Say yes!
I need to sing
Holy Father!
I need to cry
I need to believe!
And I can say Yes!
Yes
Yes…
I can say yes, yes, yes
I will say
Yes, yes, yes…
Let the music begin.
Let the music begin.		 Holy Father!
Holy Father!
Holy Father!
Yes!
Yes!
Yes!Holy Father!
Holy Father!
Holy Father!
Yes!
Yes!
Yes!Holy Father!
Holy Father!
Holy Father!
Yes!
Yes!
Yes!
Yes, yes, yes…