My Harp...

Tenderly He called me...
and bid me welcome home.
The far off fields I'd wandered,
my harp well truely strung.

I'd played it's golden melodies,
it's rapsodies procurred...
Delight my senses seeking,
through long, lonely broken years.

My heart it ached for something,
inside I knew not what...
A vacantness was deep inside,
for something I hadn't got.

One day while sitting weeping,
a voice then came to me...
Lift up your harp and come and play,
sweet melodies for Me.

I shall satisfy the longing...
In your heart that's been denied.
Your emptiness fulfill,
dry each tear that you have cried.

I took my harp and followed,
and I will till journey's end.
His voice the sweetest ever heard,
my Saviour and my Friend.