Hearing The Symphony

by Kurt Juergens

One hears as from a cellist's bow
The love his own heart needs to know
And learning Who provides these things
He hears it joined by other strings

Another, first the clarinets
In soaring bursts with no regret
She burns inside to say the same
And turns to Christ who took the blame

Some watch, while in their final phase
The trumpeter throws his mute away
And joyfully begins to play
A ballad of unending days

It's noticed still by other men
Admiring the Composer's pen
Thus curious, they turn their ears
A perfect symphony to hear