First Love

Music
Courses through me
Like air through lungs,
Or blood through veins.
In my soul,
I make melodies.
In my mind,
I compose chords, and rhythms,
And rhyme.
The music has always been there
In triumph and joy,
In grief and sorrow.
To what end
Did You make me thus?
In this life, Lord,
May I remember that
All gifts are from You.
May I use the music
To be near You,
And bring others to You.
In the next, Lord,
May I dance 'round Your throne,
And sing Your praises
Forevermore.