The Singers

God sent his Singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch the hearts of men,
And bring them back to heaven again.

The first, a youth, with soul of fire,
Held in his hand a golden lyre;
Through groves he wandered, and by streams,
Playing the music of our dreams.

The second, with a bearded face,
Stood singing in the market-place,
And stirred with accents deep and loud
The hearts of all the listening crowd.

A gray old man, the third and last,
Sang in cathedrals dim and vast,
While the majestic organ rolled
Contrition from its mouths of gold.

And those who heard the Singers three
Disputed which the best might be;
For still their music seemed to start
Discordant echoes in each heart,

But the great Master said, 'I see
No best in kind, but in degree;
I gave a various gift to each,
To charm, to strengthen, and to teach.

'These are the three great chords of might,
And he whose ear is tuned aright
Will hear no discord in the three,
But the most perfect harmony.'

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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ISN'T GOD A PERFECT ARTIST?

Isn't God a perfect maker?
I've not seen a greater painter!
Behold the beauty of His works
The spark is worth a thousand words!

No one colour is found wanton!
Perfect finish, lacking nothing
There's a sweet touch of excellence!
Now I know why each morning they praise

He took out His paint brush divine
And coloured these birds, how they shine!
I stand amazed by their beauty
Full of radiance and quality

He takes His time to beautify!
He makes His works display His kind!
Both their colours and how they fly
Are wonders to see in the sky

If these sparrows could look this way,
How much more those in His image!
I'm fearfully, wonderfully made
Coloured, honoured to be His friend!

Tell me if there's another God
Who could this perfect picture draw!
Michael Angelo, yes may try
Yet, never paints like God, not nigh

The greatest artists of all time
Could only but fill the dot lines
Except God inspires their minds
Their hands won't move, no sight, no might!

I'm still wondering, can't stop to think
Who mixed His paints, who held His ink?
From whom took Him pattern? Who was His director?
No one! He's complete. He needs no inspiration. He's the Almighty Creator!

Won't you let God colour your life?
Won't you let Him to beautify
Your soul, your heart, your destiny?
Permit Him in all humility

- by 

Sixtus Chinenye Onyeanusi

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JUST LIKE YOU NEVER LEFT

Vs1:
When you come back to the Father
He'll treat you like you never left
He won't treat you like a stranger
He'll love than you've ever felt

Chorus:
God wants you back; He wants you back
He keeps wondering what led you out
No matter what took you off track
He's looking out for you, no doubt

Vs2:
He'll love you like you never left
His love will still remain unchanged
One can't measure its height and depth
His love wants to break you from chains

Vs3:
Ever since you left, He's been hurt
Like a man who suffered great loss;
Robbed of his symbol of pleasure!
He's been asking, where did you go?

Vs4:
When you used to sit at His feet
Nothing gave Him greater pleasure!
When He watched you walk in'His Spirit
He smiled with joy and was assured

Vs5:

He wants you back, you once loved Him

He still wants that relationship

He wants you back, you once feared Him

He wants that true, deep fellowship!

- by 
Sixtus Chinenye Onyeanusi

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