Upon a lonely concert stage,
Such solely stood a microphone.
Its singing soul was hushed and still
Its voice now quiet, so dispone.
Yet once, this mic had buzzed and chimed.
Before, twas rich in pitch and tone.
It sang the songs and lullabies
In keys of bass and baritone.
Electric blues it belted well
And from its soul sang tunes well-known.
Transducers in its housing rang
A thund'rous sound of megaphone
A jailhouse rocking, hound dogs, too,
And fools rush in while wise men moan,
Blue Christmases and lonesome nights
On which was sung this microphone.
Yet, from its mouth it praised God too
Through singing hymns of peace renown.
And softly beckoned to we lambs
To join God's flock, kneel at His throne.
Its twangy hum was soft and sweet
To calm the hearts with overtone.
And asked so tender with its call:
Remember He who did atone.
For this old mic was just a means
Through which the Master's light was shone.
This metal vessel silent now
Perfection mastered on love's hone
Not all the crooners treated well
This mic and stand, such we bemoan.
But still this mic to each a chance,
Forgave each drop, and squeal condone.
Each singer through this mic had sung
And with each concert it had grown.
Despite the treatment it withstood
Through cracks and dents became its own.
And now the mic and stand stood still
Upon that stage, so aged, alone
A wire here and there were frayed
Its amplifier gave no tone.
Solemn the sight of which was seen
Of low was brought this microphone
To stand upon this stage so drear
And could not give a buzz or groan.
Could this old sav'ry can once more
To life give harmony through song?
Would ever with sweet melody
Should raise a crowd to sing along?
Fear not, oh child, for such is called
For here in life are we on loan,
A borrowed piece from heaven's halls
When due is called we're herald'd home.
And there amid the gilded shop
Of golden wires and rhinestone
To life renewed He'll work upon
This honky tonky microphone.
So shall it sing the songs once more
To croon and warble, hum and moan.
And never more shall this mic drop,
But ever charged with joys unknown.
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