Jesus, thank you for your singing. You have such a lovely voice!
An unobtrusive melody, I hear it by my choice, yet its all-pervasive.
I can hear it everywhere I go, in every situation.
The refrain is calm and low.
It echoes through the ages carried on the arms of time.
The notes are blended perfectly, the cadence and the rhyme.
It started as a brooding, haunting passage of repose,
then busied as creation, through your power, was exposed.
It trips along the mountaintops, rejoining with the stars.
It banters with the snowflakes; all the oceans know their bars.
A butterfly speaks softly, river otters dance their say,
frogs and crickets shout their chorus, morning comes to speak the day.
I listen as the petals of a flower reach their bloom.
The geese exhort encouragement; a wolf begins to croon.
I marvel to the chorus of the lion and of birds;
the wind across the treetops is a treasure to be heard.
Tones linger in the sunlight, and in a baby’s smile.
Music ambles through the moonlight in an easy mellow style.
Then, it builds one night in Bethlehem as angels join to sing.
Crescendos climb, in Glory chime their praises to the King!
The power of your voice is strong throughout your time as Man.
It weaves a tapestry of notes, in tandem with your plan.
It saddens, and it slows as we reject and we ignore the blessing of your Presence, then,
your voice begins to soar.
It reaches high and clear as you are hanging on the tree.
The glory in it halts me, bringing me to bended knee.
It stops.
For a little while the earth is deathly still.
Then quietly, your voice returns in measure slow, until the symphony
of every living thing that’s ever been, is joined with you in harmony,
now free from every sin.
Your voice remains outstanding as the purest and the best.
You continue singing with us, bringing beauty to the rest.
As our eyes remain upon you, you guide us through the notes ever fresh and ever new;
they never fade or dull from rote.
As Creator and Composer, the Conductor never wrong,
you are the Master Melody and Voice.
You ARE the Song.
*Taken from “The Song of God”