Heaven's Glorious Art**

We hear the songs each and every day,
played by radio's coolest deejay.
The ones that make you hum and sing,
those from years past that will a smile bring.

Songs of love or broken romance,
many that are sure to make you dance.
Some that tell of an age old story,
others of a personal rise to glory.

We hear the music even when it's not there,
the melodies drifting through the quiet air.
The times and places they were first heard,
coming back as we try to remember a word.

The songs and music now heard in my heart,
are not on the most popular music charts.
Words of praise, salvation's glory raised,
what I hear even when the music is not played.

Soothing away the irritating cares of the day,
reminding me of a far brighter way,
filling the deepest desires of my aching heart,
painting pictures in my soul of Heaven's glorious art.
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Psalm 138:5 "May they sing of the ways of the Lord,
for the glory of the Lord is great."

Susan Hebert Ajaz
copyright 09/20/03
poetrypublisher.com/sajaz