Music

I hear music when it is not there.
I listen and it becomes a prayer.
For where ‘ere Thy spirit resides
There the music in my soul abides.

I hear music lying down at night.
It doth settle me down aright.
For t’is the Spirit’s gentle way
I’m sure t’is calling me to pray.

I hear music and it sets me free.
For He paid a great price for me.
He sits upon my life’s throne,
Now I need never walk alone.

I hear music such a joyous sound.
It sets my feet upon solid ground.
I pray that it won’t ever silent be
For it reminds me to pray for thee.