Babatunde Aremu


Let The Music Play On


There is a music within me
No one hears it but me
No back-up soloist but me
It is neither sang by a physical vocalist
Its trumpets are blown by the ancients
Its lyrics are written by invisible hands
I enjoying listening to its percussions
When I am sleeping
It keeps playing in my sub-concious
When I am awake
It re- vibrates in my soul
Year-in- year out the music echoes
Before I was born the music was
After me, the music endures
My music is filled with love, kindness,
Forgiveness, temperance, peace and joy
This music heals broken-hearted
It unchains those in bondage
Seasons may change,
Instruments may be modernised
But my music is incorruptible
My music is in the word of God
My absolute trust is built in it
So, let the music play on

Submitted: Friday, January 10, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 10, 2014

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