A Song

A song, a sound of freedom, a cry, a voice of triumph. What is this living, moving breath whispering through the land? I hear the melody of the lyre, the beat of ancient drums, the sound of a people who know their God and are not afraid to speak. Oh wilderness, deserted lands - Oh desolate wasteland - hear! There is one crying out your name and He is not afraid to speak. He is aching for you to come to know Him, to hear Him. He is near, right at hand. Can you taste Him? Can you see Him? He is with you. 

I stood on the soil moistened by the tears of heaven, drinking in the scent of the sweet rain. Could it be that this rain had softened my heart too? Could it be that somewhere where the distant seeds had fallen there was hope that one day they too would sprout? Could it be that the God who created the magnificent rocky craigs surrounding me truly dwelt within me? Could it be? 

Oh my soul, it is true. The Master of the Symphony of Heaven created a song just for you to sing. For you to play on the strings of your life. He is fine tuning you with the pressures and tensions of life. He is molding your heart in his hands. He is with you. He is in you. And it His song that comes out of you. The whistle, the sigh, the drumbeat, the soaring moments, the deepest fears - are woven together into perfect harmony with His glory. Oh taste and see! The Lord is Good. 

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