Organ in Union’s Chapel

Within this wall, my instrument lies in wait,

Lying desperately in its dormant state.

Skillfully wielded, I will sing to demonstrate

The glorious grandeur of my maker’s Maker,

My chords ringing forth to the mountain Breaker.

His light will be reflected in my shining vocals.

My wooden frame fitly flies in unity,

Needing the notes to give praise community.

Though mute alone, I know why here you’ve seated me:

To burst forth in silence as God did at creation!

To worship the Lord as God is my elation!

May my heav’n-reaching impugned whistles praise Him alway.

-Austin Ward

12/5/06