The Melody

As a child, I used to have great symphonies and soundtracks in my head. They were always buzzing around and fit whatever mood I was in. I guess I thought that everyone was like that and thought nothing of it.

Recently, I have lost touch with music. There is no outlet to use my gifts and talents and as a result my guitar and my voice have become dusty. I often have thought of music as a medafore for my walk with the Lord. It is so creative and memorable. It can be loud and pulsating, and tender and gentle. But lately my walk with the Lord, like the music in my life, has also lost it's luster.

Funny though, while my voice has not been used, and my fingers have lost their calluses.. the music is still there somehow. So I wrote this song as a testimony that the music, like the Lord, has never left me.

The Melody:

There is a melody,
I sing familiarly.
The music soft and sweet
That song you gave to me.

Though I tried to sing a different song, the music wasn't clear.
And when I thought that I had lost the tune, you always let me hear.

That simple melody
I sing familiarly.
The notes so soft and sweet,
The song you gave to me.

And when I tried to cover up the piece and never sing again.
You simply wouldn't let that melody out of my head.
Though this song be led by orchestra, or just one small guitar.
I know the music that you gave to me embodies who you are.

My little melody
The one that's just for me.