In the corner of the basement
Stood a cobweb-covered harp -
Broken now and so forsaken,
There it stood back in the dark.
No one in the little village
Could repair the harp again -
And you'd never guess the music
Or the places it had been.

Came a ragged man a beggin'
For a place out of the cold;
He was bent and slightly limpin'
He was lookin' frail and old.
So the houseman gave permission -
He could sleep upon the floor
Of the basement where was kept
The harp with melody no more.

Soon the house was filled with music!
'Twas as sweet as angels bring.
And the household came a-runnin'
Just to see the vibrant strings!
Dusted now, it stood in beauty,
Every web was cleared away;
And the ragged man was singing
Very softly as he played.

In his song he told the story
How he'd made that harp when new;
Since he'd made its first beginning
Fixing wasn't hard to do.
And, dear friend, if you are needing
Just a touch from God above...
Just remember Who has made you.....
He can "fix" you with His love.

He can fill the empty corners
Of your heart with song anew;
He can take each day and make
A special melody for you!
He can fix the broken pieces
Better even than before -
And open wide the storehouse
Of His blessing evermore!

© by Joan Clifton Costner
Under His Wings   Heavenly Poetry
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations Author.