From: Gary West
Sent: Wednesday, July 09, 2008 8:34 PM
Subject: Musicl
Music is the only relief,
It draws Him down from above,
He settles me, he calms me, he whispers, he inspires me.
The notes, the praise, the words.
I shower and swim in them.
They cleanse me. I sit and let the spirit flood over me, flushing out
the sorrow...
The voices say to Him what my spirit feels, I join in, poor notes born
in a heart that is ragged and beaten.
War torn sounds, off pitch and flat they reach the ears of the creator.
He undoubtedly smiles and listens to the efforts.
He is aware of my every hair, my every tear, my every action, my effort
is not in vain.
He knows my heart, He knows that no song is more beautiful than the song
of the heart.
He makes my heart sing, he pours his spirit in and out bubbles praise.
Out boils the fear, the sadness, the doubt, the anger.
In flows the sweetness, the love, the calm, the deep satisfaction that
only His can send.
It flows deep, it flows strong, it fills.
It changes the color of my mind, it changes my personality, it makes me
His.
Lord, let the music play, pour the spirit in, let my heart sing.
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