Music On My Nerves

Fingers sore from strumming

Eyes tired and droopy

Mind not here or there

Melodies unknown, streaming in my veins

Its Music on my nerves

Singing stands up

Notes Scratching and forming

Touching places

Chords forming words,

Live conferencing

Touching places deep and dark

Tis Music on my nerves

Stretching its fingers

Inside my soul

Uncovering truth and lies

Bringing to light the shadows

To scrutinize my innermost

Harmonious sounds of worship

Cutting through my flesh

Its Music on my nerves

I

Be still

and know that I am

I created the heavens

I the great puppeteer

Pulling strings

Creating your circumstance

I the Lord is

Abba Father covering the skies

I have made darkness my secret place

Flocks I tend in the wind

Know that

I am

I the one who is

Always and forever

Stretching beyond time and space

Riding on the sunrise

The clouds a spray in my wake

Mighty Warrior

I am

Tk-luv (c)