Even Song

I sing a song to the sapphire sky
That curtains a sleeping earth.
I sing a song to the stars on high
That mark a jewel’s worth.

My feeble voice, so weak it sounds,
A puny earthy cry,
Yet when its echo comes to me,
Angelic voice in harmony,
I know it is not I.

It was belief that gave it wing,
That weakling voice of mine,
And carried it where angels sing
God’s Melody Divine.