THE READER SPEAKS

Elizabeth Rogers

I am God's instrument of strings.The hand that touches me, divine.Man feels the harmony and sings;I am God's instrument of strings.Though grateful echo, widening, rings,The heavenly music is not mine;I am God's instrument of strings,The hand that touches me, divine.

Elizabeth Rogers

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