Longing for a New Song

The lady sits at her place, the ivories near at hand
The ebonies darkened as sharps she does know
Her repertoire extensive, she knows all the songs
Yet she longs for something to flow in her own heart

To learn other’s songs is done with great ease
She’s well trained and transposes all in a breeze
No pattern seems foreign to her skillful touch
Yet she longs to write something personal to Him

Everyone compliments her voice and its grace
She adorns the group’s goal to lead in High Praise
The door to the heavens she opens with song
But her own, still only five notes and no complete score

She wonders why the words and music don’t flow
The new song of God’s promise still escapes her grasp
She prays for guidance from His Holy Spirit in hope
That the new song of praise might flow from her heart

She’s young and has passion for her Lord above
But needs more suffering the shame of the cross
Before that sweet song that is buried deep within
Flows out of her bosom and into His ears! Amen

Refrain:
So the poet sets His words in their right place
To encourage that Patience must be in first place
And suffering for Christ is that place that you miss
Yield to His dealing and He will take you there