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 heart isn't hard to do. Written By; Kathy Loun Stilley ©2006-2013 Please Do Not
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