In the
dark corner of the attic
Stood a cobweb
covered harp
Broken now and so
forgotten
There standing silent in the
dark.
Many tried to repair the
broken
Yet no one could repair or mend
No
one there allowed to hear
Music that once
came from within.
Came one day a frail beggar
man
Seeking shelter from out the
cold
Hungry and looking so very
fragile
Tears in his eyes, this man of
old.
The kind man gave him
permission
That he could sleep upon the
floor
Of the darkened attic where
stood
Broken harp that played no more.
Morn, all were awakened with
music
As the sound only angels could
bring
And all in the household came
running
To see T'was the beggar made it
sing.
Mended now it stood in such
beauty
Each web was carefully cleared
away
Very softly the beggar started
singing
And a glow surrounded as he
played.
Singing so softly as he told the
story
Years ago this harp he'd made
new
And since he was its first
beginning,
Mending it wasn't hard to do.
If your heart is dark and
broken
The corners of empty can be
filled
To once again sing sweet songs
Once
hearts allow him to rebuild.
God is the creator of all
things
As he created you and I from
new
And since he was our first
beginning
Mending our hearts isn't hard to
do.
