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LIFE'S MUSIC GOES ON

THE MUSIC OF LIFE

A baby is born, and when she cries
The mother sings her lullabyes,
Life’s song begins, and the music goes on.

The toddler grows stronger every day;
She learns to sing as she runs to play.
Life’s song brings laughter, and the music goes on.

God saves her soul, and the angels sing;
The bells of heav’n in harmony ring;
She sings of Jesus, and the music goes on.

Her life takes shape, the young woman is blest
With marriage and family, life’s at its crest.
Life’s song becomes mellow, and the music goes on.

Some times her life takes a turn for the worse
She has to sing a different verse
In a minor key, but the music goes on.

As the years pass by she faintly hears
A melody familiar to her homesick ears;
It’s the heavenly choir, and the music goes on.

Life comes to an end, she hastens to meet
The Saviour who’s waiting, she kneels at His feet
And all of God’s singers join  in her song
And eternity’s music goes on.


Written by Joan Rowden Hart 2.18.03

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