Silver Strings

By Jada Morrison

Melodies flow from silver strings

As the player draws her bow

Song flows full and free

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow

Spotlights shine upon the scene

Varnished wood of the violin gleams

Everyone sits in silence

As in a wonderful dream

Her slender fingers run up and down

The neck of her instrument

Weaving with all their might

Musical strains intricate

She knows full well the power she holds

In her hand that draws the bow

With it she hopes to lead them

To the Living Water’s flow

She knows how music speaks to hearts

In a way that words cannot

It encourages a weary soul

And stays tear’s onslaught

With a final crescendo she ends her song

Her audience stands and applauds

As she takes a bow and leaves the stage

She knows she doesn’t deserve the laud

All the honor she gives to God

Knowing to HIM it is due

All our talent comes from Him

So for Him, let us our talents use

    Jada Morrison is a 15 year old girl who lives in rural Pennsylvania with her 13 siblings. She started writing when she was 8, but has only gotten back into it recently. Poetry is fast becoming something she loves to write, and she really enjoys editing. Besides writing and editing, she also sings, plays her violin (Tuxedo) and occasionally sews. She loves to read, especially historical fiction. Hanging out with friends and playing ultimate Frisbee are things she loves do on the weekend. Her desire is that her writing will be used to draw other people closer to God.