Red Rose and Piano Keys

How I long to hear the Master's Piece,

With every touch in His Piano's Keys.

His skillful and masterful melodies,

Creates a sound of silence and of peace.

Withered and dried, i used to be weak,

The symphony of His voice I'd seek.

This poor spirit of mine He chose to pick,

The harmony in His eyes I became meek.

The note in every scale passes through like air,

I felt Your gentle touch and care.

The sweet lines you made; it Promised me

Twill water me and satisfies me.

Your pure soul defines your song,

It echoes and resounds so strong.

Red Rose and Piano Keys,

That's what I am in my Master's piece.