Grandpa's Violin

Grandpa's Violin

The strings of the old violin that grandpa played
Sets in corner out of the way
His fingers would grace the strings
Making the old violin sing
The dust has covered the strings that once were played
Hoping for master's hands to adore them again one day
The years have long past
Memories of melodies have been cast
The day will come when Angels will arrive
Taking my soul for a heavenly ride
The heavenly gates where all things come true
Will welcome me and you
I will ask the angels at this special time
One front row center seat in the heaven of mine
There I will set on God's heavenly shore
Listening to grandpa play the old violin once more

Steve Capell
Shawnee, KS, USA
American Red Cross & United Methodist Church