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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
How do we make the precious piece of art we see inside? How do we from the heart release a work, that will abide? Perfection is the wondrous glow, that staggers ev'ry mind. From God Above with Wisdom show Creations' greatest find. How doth a human show his gift, though never perfect made? How do we other hearts now lift by what we have displayed? Musicians try with every fiber of their skills to be without mistake, which would be dire, intense emotions see. But flawless music's just as bad as any I have known. I leave unmoved, nor slightly glad, and inwardly I groan. Pianist's imperfections felt are filled with the heart's desires. The listener's hearts are fully telled by wet eyes bound to cryers. Perfection truly is of God. It speaks of Who He is, but flawless playing I can't applaud when a human is the whiz. So "less is more" when humans play, creating what they know. "The feeling moves me. This I say in gifted ways that show." by Jay O’Toole on December 2nd, 2024     |
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