music exquisite to the
ears of our Father.
and each one He hears
and holds and treasures
and sings over and
keeps close to His
heart forever,
for prayers never die.
prayers of worship
swell in waves of
adoration.
notes soar as hands and hearts
are lifted in blessing and awe
and gratitude and love.
melodies sweet
and harmonies
stunning are formed
as His beloved join
together in one voice.
and He hears each voice.
phrases incomplete and
at times disjointed as hearts
plead for provision or healing
restoration or reconciliation
or desires or hopes or dreams...
the notes passionately weaving
a melody poignant and piercing,
with harmonies and chords
dissonant and unresolved.
and He hears each voice.
and prayer weeps as a heart
broken and bruised lies in shards
of glass shattered on the floor.
lyrics are nonexistent
for sometimes pain defies words.
perhaps a heart running,
even fleeing, from
the very One who gathers
each note and cry and
tear gently in His hands,
at last reaches the end
of themselves
and turn toward the One
from whom they have run.
or perhaps a heart grieving
a life, a love, a ministry,
a dream, a vision, or anything
that heart held dear,
and words cannot express
the intensity of pain and anguish.
the melody is all but hidden within music
seeming to have no form or structure
or rhythm or meter or movement...
simply a cluster of notes.
and He hears each voice.
and each prayer priceless
is woven with love into
His symphony of life.
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