Music first played
on the heartstrings
of God
Whose chorus
of Angels
carries beyond
A melody sacred
each note
comes from He
Whose flute calls
us closer
Whose harp
— sets us free
(1st Book Of Prayers: July, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Amen. Indeed. And so music fills, nourishes, heals and guides the soul. Wonderful poem. A fave! 🌹👏
Thanks TR, from a frustrated song writer.
You are welcome. From another frustrated song writer! 😏
Music comes from deep inside and is written on lines of emotion that reverberate to others. A lovely poem Kurt
Amen. Thanks Soren.
A lovely write, music is the food of the soul, enjoyed the read
Couldn't agree more. Thanks
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