He sat with hammers in his hands
And the dulcimer resting on his lap
Then he’d let those hammers loosely land
On the strings their heads did tap
A praise began to issue forth
In notes that chimed all tinny clear
As he offered up all he was worth
His adoration, and love, and fear
Trembling fingers can convey no sound
Like the song that lilted from his heart
Yet the witness left from them abounds
Professing the seed that was its start
He was a gardener that sowed the earth
And a fisher that caught more than fish
He left his hope to walk along the surf
But also man’s own fervent wish
A whirlwind to fuel his chariot of fire
A place to forever call his home
No hurt or pain or selfishness to mire
Just Love with us on gold’n streets to roam