Even Song

I sing a song to the sapphire sky That curtains a sleeping earth. I sing a song to the stars on high That mark a jewel’s worth.

My feeble voice, so weak it sounds, A puny earthy cry, Yet when its echo comes to me, Angelic voice in harmony, I know it is not I.

It was belief that gave it wing, That weakling voice of mine, And carried it where angels sing God’s Melody Divine.