Riding the Waves from Soul
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The organ blows its breath into the pipes,
Sweeping about vitality and life,
Pounding the heart of Soul through Easter’s stripes,
Calling the Bride, immortal Truth’s pure wife.
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The Lamb and Bride step from the music’s waves –
Immortal oneness, harmony, pure peace.
Penned notes transformed by Spirit, Love engraves
My cross, calling – commanding! – sense to cease.
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I know the science of music controls the notes,
But only the feelings pierce the mortal wall.
Any miscues from human hands, like boats
That zip the waves, would have disrupted the hall.
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I know the science of music controls the notes,
But only the feelings pierce the mortal wall.
Any miscues from human hands, like boats
That zip the waves, would have disrupted the hall.
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But since the hands deliver Bach with control,
My heart doth ride the waves divine from Soul.