Part of a Melody

Part of a Melody
James Dinsmore

‘I’ am only half a word,
‘We’ are a song so seldom heard;
Words that long to be redeemed,
Sounds that measure what they mean.

Instruments tuned in separate rooms,
Tend to broadcast different tunes;
Calloused fingers miss the beat,
And strangers stumble when they meet.

We each think along our separate ways,
While a conductor sits, and prays;
We each pretend our side is heard,
While we are only half the word.


For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, saith the Lord. For as the Heavens are higher than the Earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:8,9