God Shines

We sit at the piano
I am the quiet observer, the scribe
My only job, to take note of your instructions

We sit at the piano
And Beethovan's notes ring out
Under your little girl fingers

With the sweetness of the melody
I catch my breath
In sharp surprising wonder

How is it that some people feel
And those feelings sounds like
Music in their heads?

I hear words in my head
My feelings speak English
(And I like the words they choose)

But how great is God
That some of his children
Speak what they feel with music?

I close my eyes
And the lovely notes
Make me want to cry

This is just a piano lesson
But in this simple thing
God shines