Haunting my dreams, the melody Wails its sad tune on the Sad strings of life, asking Why? Why must an innocent babe Be snatched out of its family's fingers Into the boughs of heaven? Why must a man see his children In rags and he unable to do more than Cover his face and weep, only because His employment grew too fast? Why must a pair of lovers Have to painfully tear apart What once was one? The answers hurt, straining the soul The melody rises high above the din, Ever-rising, subtly stepping from the Melancholy minor to the majestic major As it triumphantly trumpets the glory And the joy, the peace and the uncontainable Happiness. The sad tune is ended forever, Never again to be dug out of its sorry grave. Angels in chorus praise the name of the One who has vanquished the painful song And put in its place the symphony of the Son of God. Was the pain worth it, one man asked to The babe's mother, to the poor man, to the lovers. In unison they answered, Yes, And a joyful chord swept through their souls.