Thoughts unbidden come to mind When I reflect upon the day Feelings new and strange I find Whence they come I cannot say When I reflect upon the day My musings manifest as sounds Whence they come I cannot say A chorus of my love abounds My musings manifest as sounds The melody of living A chorus of my love abounds By the practice of forgiving The melody of living In a composition whole By the practice of forgiving As I seek within my soul In a composition whole Feelings new and strange I find As I seek within my soul Thoughts unbidden come to mind Darrin Funk