I am Your reed, sweet Shepherd,
glad to be. Now if You will, breathe
out Your joy in me, and make bright song,
or fill me with the soft moan of Your love,
when Your delight has failed to call or
move Your flock from wrong.
Make children song, or any song to fill
Your reed with breathe of life. But at your will,
lay down the flute, and take repose while music infinite
is silence in Your heart, and laid on it,
Your reed is mute.
The composer of this song was moved by the image of the weary Christ and gave melody to this poem.
video by : munting ilaw productions
music from: Best of Bukas Palad vol. 2
composer: Manoling Francisco, SJ
pictures from the collections of Pauline A. & Abbey A.
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