The Psalmist


A keyboard stands alone

The maestro approaches his throne

The mic is adjusted

He needs no introduction

The heavens bow down

Surrendering their words, thoughts, melodies

As he opens up his spirit

God sings

A vessel to be used

A humbleness people never knew

A yielded instrument

Vocal chords true intent

Sounds of heaven

Touch our sould

What a joy to behold

The Psalmist

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