Returning to Love’s Sounds (*with a G Harp)

I thought I couldn’t do it

And I put the thing away

Turning from delightful habit

And the tunes He helped me play.

They had often brought me comfort

Of some history in a verse

Or a tune that grabbed the heart-strings

If I only would rehearse.

But rehearsal proved an effort

As the Tempter urged, Why try?

And no longer satisfaction

Or Sounds rising to the Sky.

Could I bolster self-assurance?

Could I step by step prevail?

What had started out a frolic

Now seemed much more like a Jail.

Years went by and Little Shiny*

Rested silent in my drawer

Sad neglected happy melody

Not rejoicing as before.

But then day of Revelation

For the Organ of mixed sound.

I had just to dance the main theme

Other notes would gather round.

Some to hide my slip of tongue blows

Some to add a Glorious blend.

Yes the outcome seemed like magic

Planned by Heaven’s Greatest Friend.

So I went back to Harmonica

In my later years of life

And I let the tunes in hiding

Bring New Joy, relieving Strife.

Others get a blessing maybe

As I place myself nearby

And we find agreement precious

While I scarcely have to try.

Harmonicahelps.….. from a contented Busker.