Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount, I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Rotating the pegs
to stretch or relieve the string
 to produce the acceptable pitch

Turning the dial to adjust 
the frequency
to the required signal
Balancing each part
in order for the machine
to run smoothly and efficiently

Altering attitudes and actions
to adjust to a 
new purpose or situation

  Tune my heart oh God, 
remind me of the 
hidden gems 
that are hidden in one’s heart.
Fill me with Love;
brimming joy
 that freely flows to others. 
Gift me with words 
to lift up 
and not pull down.
Let me be a river 
of your grace.

Rotating, Turning,
Balancing, Altering.

Tune my heart.

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