The Music of the Strings

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It was the words they sang

That moved my feet to dance.

It set me high on a ledge,

And secure me with a hedge.

It was the notes they strummed

That made my heart beat thrum.

They chanted of a Savior born

In a humble manger all for love.

It was the songs they played

On the strings as their fingers strayed,

That stirred a snoozing soul awake,

It matched the music angels make.

It was the tale they weaved

Under ten thousand eaves

That made the whole world burn

And proclaim, “Christ is born.”

Akpan