Harmony

The low notes bellow beneath my soul Resonating within me I hear the clarity in the depth The grudge The almost painful notes The high notes hit me in the right places They float above the rest Flying oblivious to the tones below Intense They lift me but not without the low Together they make the harmony Not alone They need each other They are braided together as a perfect match To produce a theatrical sound The sweetness Perfection in the mix of both the praise and the prayer. Thank you Lord that You give me eyes to see both.