bow strange yet familiar in my hand
fingers fumble across strings
eyes dart back and forth to soak it all in
tracing overgrown paths from symbol to song
all is new again, these melodies I've heard before
how is it that so much time has passed
foolishness says it won't be done
but nervousness quickly gives way
only a few tries before I hear the song arise
from my heart-well of gifts and graces
You draw a new song, O Lord
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