If radio’s slim fingers
Can reach out in the air
And pluck the sweet
Melodies found lingering there
And send them at once to both you and me
Direct to our homes or wherever we be;
If the old refrain on the violin
Can reach us so clearly above earth’s din,
If the voice that is singing sweet and low
Is not torn asunder by storm clouds of woe;
If whispering hope from the strings of the harp
Can travel for miles, speak to our heart;
If the strains of the organ we can hear through the night,
And pleads in the darkness, “Lead kindly light”;
If all of these things we can hear in the air,
Then why should we doubt that
God hears our prayers?
~Author Unknown
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