Recapture the Wonders by an Organist.

An appreciation for our organists in Churches.Writen by an Organist... Seated one day at the organ I was weary and ill at ease, And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys. I know not what I was playing Or what I was dreaming then, But I struck one chord of music Like the sound of a great "Amen" It flooded the crimson twilight Like the close of an angel's psalm, And it lay on my fevered spirit Like the touch of infinite calm. It quieted pain and sorrow Like Love overcoming strife, It seemed the harmonious echo Of our discordant life. It linked all perplexed meanings Into one perfect peace, And it trembled away into silance As if it were loathe to cease. I have sought but I seek it vainly-- That one lost chord divine-- That came from the soul of the organ And entered into mine It may be that death's bright angel Will speak in that chord again, It may be that only in heaven I shall hear that grand "Amen"