Were a Thousand Tongues to Sing

Were there a thousand tongues to sing
Each one a different song
On the same ear they each would fall
To the one whom they all belong.

Each made from heaven’s stardust
and our own earthly sand
Formed beautifully and wonderfully
By his own skillful hand.

And no beatings and banterings
And arguments, though so many
Will keep him from his children
For his love is a plenty.

He’ll reach into the depths of the sea
And up into the sky
Wanting to hold each one safely
His grace never bone dry.

Were a thousand tongues to sing
Each one he would feel in his heart
For he sees each soul and knows each name
And harmonizes with each part.