The Surge

I do not understand
How it surges through my hand
Spider-like it crawls my arm
Yet safe, brings me no harm

Like Basking in the light of day
The notes come alive as I play
It’s bigger that this, than me
It’s a song composed to He

It burns like a thousand fires
This passion loud, a hundred choirs
My fingers touch the ivory notes
Love declared by a world of throats

This joy I will never hide
This song will always be cried
“To the great I AM, the King
Forever will our praises ring”