Let’s examine the SYMPHONY of life,
It’s start and it’s end, it’s depth and it’s height.
Now there can only be one conductor,
A divine director and invaluable instructor.
And it’s the mission of each musician,
To just focus on Him, to watch and to listen.
So that every part is successfully played,
Nothing’s too soon and nothing’s delayed.
But some folks they try to take the Maestro’s place,
That’s when things go off course, that’s when things go off pace.
For they forget that they play in the band,
It’s impossible to perform, while waving the Master hand.
This is a lesson learned in time,
Some catch on right away as others struggle to find
A balance of soul over ego,
Humbly asking, which way should we go?
And when they find the piece moving along,
They think to themselves, what’s my place in this song?
Well, perhaps, you’re a horn, triumphantly pleasing,
Or a more subtle sound, like a flute gently easing.
Maybe you’re smooth like a soothing, sultry, sax
Or loud like a drum, playing cymbals to the max.
Possibly you’re oddly shaped like a harp,
Or black and white keys, some flat and some sharp.
Then there are those who say, ‘well, I’m just a triangle’.
Thin is the thread from which I daintily dangle.
But your sound is so unique; to me there is no doubt,
You would be greatly missed, if they ever took you out.
Maybe you’re a player with natural gifts,
Or part of the ensemble working hard to learn the rifts.
The music moves faster, gets harder, then stops
Then starts up again with a clang and a pop.
Some sections are dark with such eerie sounds,
But then brightness appears; an ode to joy abounds
And everyone gets his or her turn with a solo,
Even the tuba, the cello, and oboe.
Not one is more important than the other,
Each a performer, a sister, a brother.
Some say, ‘I’m way too shy and I get so nervous’,
I could never play in public, so I must not serve a purpose.
No you still have a job, perhaps behind the scene,
Setting things up, keeping things clean.
Or maybe you help pump up the crowd,
Encouraging, clapping, and cheering out loud.
You see, everyone has a significant part,
That turns the performance into an art.
For when each plays their measure fearless and free,
It feels like a magical moment to be,
Alive and connected, in much harmony
Making beautiful music in life’s SYMPHONY.