There stood a tuned instrument
Ready for the Maestro' call
A stringed puppet and servant
Man also plays the same role
When we played the devil's song
Sin played us like a lyre
The venom flowed from our tongues
As our bodies turned to fire
Then I heard a new song rise
One I couldn't play before
A crescendo stirred inside
Transforming songs of mourning
I have new Musician
I'm now tuned in perfect pitch
A guitar raised from the stand
Strumming His music enriched
I now play His arrangement
His greatest Magnus opus
We are now His instruments
Imagine His orchestra
