Linda Winchell - 'Fine-Tuning'

God’s the Master of our fine-tuning
Like the strings on a hand made violin.
He plucks the strings of our hearts
And fine tunes for His love music to begin.

He never needs a tuning fork
He never needs to strum out a tune.
He knows just what all of us need
He is the Master of fine tune.

The harmony of His finished product
Is of purest sweetness to the ears.
His fine-tuning never fails to please
And will last through out the years.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009

Linda Winchell

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