The Broken Harp

In the corner of the basement Stood a cobweb-covered harp - Broken now and so forsaken, There it stood back in the dark. No one in the little village Could repair the harp again - And you'd never guess the music Or the places it had been. Came a ragged man a beggin' For a place out of the cold; He was bent and slightly limpin' He was lookin' frail and old. So the houseman gave permission - He could sleep upon the floor Of the basement where was kept The harp with melody no more. Soon the house was filled with music! 'Twas as sweet as angels bring. And the household came a-runnin' Just to see the vibrant strings! Dusted now, it stood in beauty, Every web was cleared away; And the ragged man was singing Very softly as he played. In his song he told the story How he'd made that harp when new; Since he'd made its first beginning Fixing wasn't hard to do. And, dear friend, if you are needing Just a touch from God above... Just remember Who has made you..... He can "fix" you with His love. He can fill the empty corners Of your heart with song anew; He can take each day and make A special melody for you! He can fix the broken pieces Better even than before - And open wide the storehouse Of His blessing evermore! Joan Clifton Costner© http://underhiswings0.tripod.com All Rights Reserved

 

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