David's Harp

David's Harp

(Bruce/Hanrahan)

When it was the morning of the world

And the air was clear

God took David's hand

And drew him near

And drew an image of Himself

In David's heart, in David's ear

And God described himself

In deep blues

And David took his harp

And the notes just played

It was the melody of his heart that the notes obeyed

It was the melody of his heart so warm and true

The heart describes itself

Oh Lord since You made everything

And all we really see or hear is You

Why is the truest sound

Deep blues

When it was the evening of the world

And the heat was strong

The slave picks up his harp

And begins the song

And it's the song of his heart

A heart so true

And the song's rich and dark

And deep blue

As you lie there girl

In the warm night air

You ask if words can tell the tenderness there

It's not words tat describe

With a clearness so true

It's a melody rich and deep.