The Poet's Corner
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Thirty Pieces of Silver
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By Joan Estelle High
© 1-19-2005
Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder where you are
Chubby little fingers on a plastic keyboard, baby hands stroke a chord.
Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.
We sang out song about the Lord, in our memory , it 's still stored.
Springtime sings it's sweet tune, Summertime has moonlight in June.
By the Autumn the child grows tall, Marching bands come in the Fall.
Santa Claus has come to town, we hear the joyful Christmas sound.
We whistle a happy tune as we go Christmas shopping at the Mall.
Looking back across the many years, music brings us both joy and tears.
From lullabies to church learned hymns, school songs sung with a friend.
That special song when we fall in love, that has us cooing like a turtle dove.
If we have a heart with sadness bends, music helps our hearts to mend.
For God in his wisdom has written His music across the universe's starry sky,
Set the stars and planets in place like musical notes read from His place on high.
He sit upon a golden throne and plays great anthems that through the heavens ring.
And if we will but listen carefully we can hear the heavenly Angels as they sing.
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