A song for my Sire

My heart is like a lyre,
With millions of chords strung o my wooden frame,
I'll compose the best music for my Sire-
Music that kindles fire among the hearts of many men.
I'll compose a tune unheard, that is not quite the same,
Same as other tunes that evoke love and shame.

Sire, is God whom i trust,
He who is above all dirt, above all lust,
He is the God that is loved by me,
Although he is the one i cannot see.
I feel his presence in everything
I am and what i will be,
I'll compose a music of gratitude to Thee
That will reverberate in land and in sea,
In mountains and dale, in gardens and lea
I'll play the chords with my nimble fingers,
I'll hold the chord till the music lingers,
So that it will reach to Thee.