A symphony of tragedy

I tune my heart to listen, but I sometimes still don't hear

I sometimes push away a song that longs to be so near

Just when I think I've lost it, I hear a melody so dear

It's the music of your love, my Lord...beautifully crystal-clear



I hear a violin, I see a harp...a baby grand

and every time I fall, the sound of music helps me stand

It raises me ever higher above this desecrated land

and my life is but a song in the palm of your hand



All I can do is live it, this haunting music that you wrote

Amidst crashing harmonic waves I know my spirit will float

A song of tearful redemption is the song that I promote

until a symphony of tragedy becomes a single, perfect note