In Heaven

A harp will be given to me.

Gold frame, silver strings

It will speak: play me

Plucked its strings, she sang her name.

“Amazing Grace,” she played

“What can I do for you, ma’am?”

“Play me, so He will hear.”

“Oh I do not know;

It’s His thoughts I fear.”

“Is there no one else?”

Her strings giggle blissfully,

Come as you are and play

He would have it no other way.”