April 25,  2014


                                                                  TENSION

Abba, string me just right
        You know how far,
                            how tight,
                               how long
I can stretch without breaking


To bring forth the melody,
                           the sound,
                               the music
the stings of Your instrument must have tension


Tension brings forth vibrations,
                                vibrations move atoms
                                      atoms move the atmosphere
The atmosphere moves and rhythm begins


Abba, I trust You to pull
                               to stretch
                                   to tighten
my strings to the exact point of beautiful music


I know that You will never stretch
                                                tighten
                                                     pull
me until I pop like the proverbial weasel


The pulling and stretching is uncomfortable
                                                   inconvenient
                                                        painful
and I think of crying out for it to stop


You hear my cries and all the while You are caressing
                                                                            smoothing
                                                                                 warming
my strings and in the end a new song is played and Your instrument is restored

Completely
       Beautifully
             Wonder-fully
Restored

Let the symphony begin