Friday, 31 January 2014

Music Afternoon in Heaven

He'll take out his fiddle
next to come will be his bow
He'll adjust all the strings
With reverence, nice and slow

He'll hold on to both proudly
And when the time is right
He'll join in with the others
And play with all his might

When he finds that Perfect moment
He'll catch it with both hands
Tucking fiddle under chin
And striking bow so grand

And joy will fill the room
accidental chords race upon the air
As his foot stomps out A rhythm
Heaven's floor will bounce beneath his chair

Some will think it's thunder
But God and We will know
It's music afternoon in Heaven
And Kenny's hosting the show

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