I believe in my soul’s ability to sing.
I find the lord in song
I hear his voice in every chord
I feel his love in every note
His perfection embraces me with every melody
Each section of the orchestra that picks up their bows
Reveals his plan for his children
Each voice that is added to the choir
Brings grace to the world of bleak darkness.
The music unites each lamb
And his gift crosses the divide of oceans, plains, and deserts.
I find him in Pachelbel
And James Taylor
And in John Lennon
I find him in my mother
And Scott Cash
In my friends as they sing to the radio
And in my grandparents, as the sing, not with gusto or grace, but rather with their whole hearts.
And I find a little bit of this glory in myself
As I pick up my violin and begin to play in harmony with others
As I sing with the faltering voice of a beginner
And each time that I hear this heavenly music,
my heart lifts, and I know he is there as well.