When He sings

When He sings...
An angel is come to stay
To take our dull away
And weave new dreams
Create new themes
When he sings...

Every inane and ordinary issue
Takes on a different coloured hue
Happy golden or melancholy blue
He makes them fresh to view
When he sings...

His voice is always complete
Whether broken in cruel defeat,
Or full with joys replete,
Or wrecked by ice of cold deceit;
Or buoyed by cunning rash conceit
When he sings...

No matter how i may be feeling
He sends my spirit up and wheeling
New takes on what life is dealing
All hurts soon take to healing
When he sings...

The past is temporarily put aside
The future promises a better tide
Problems find new ways to hide
I find first class tickets to ride
When he sings...

So, let him sing
This wonderful and talented thing
This delightful muse and bright new bling
This fount of joy and forever spring
Just let him sing...