If you want to hear a good song, listen to a thunderstorm. No matter how many times I try to learn it I'll never sing like the sky. The crash of the cymbals and the deep roar of thunder from within the clouds, as lightning dances with along in harmonic correlation. The sweeping sounds of rain drops violently meeting the Earth again, and again. The glorious refrain of the howling winds vibrating through the creases of the streets. Listen to the vibrant and powerful lights and sounds of our dark covering sky.
Do you know what sings a sweeter, and less powerful song than the sky? The sea. Sit quietly, meditate on the crashing white caps breaking against the rocks, and the rush of the tide meeting the sand for the first time. Can you hear the psalm of the gulls? The enhancing song of the sea calls you deeper into its beauty.
Oh if only I could sing like the sky or the sea, whistle like the birds or the winds in the leaves. If i could hum like the flowers, or dance like the grass. Oh if i could create great stories like the valleys and plains, if i had the confidence and power like the mountains... To this my voice will never compare, but still your spirit calls my heart to sing. You roll through my body like thunder, forcing my voice to cry out Your name, El Shaddai, God of grace, Lord most high, Jesus Christ. Abba Father, Adonai, crowned in praise, Lord most high, Jesus Christ! There is something about this name, its not the letters it consists of, or the tone of each syllable, no its just the name in itself. A name only fit for a king, just this name heals the sick, lame, and broken hearted. Just this name saves a wondering soul, this name alone is the song of the skies, and of the sea. The rocks and the trees only sing praises to this name. Its the only thing I can sing to compete with the stars, and together, all creation will join and praise Hallelujah, God with us. So for longer than this hearts bleeds, I will lift my voice and cry Your name! I will sing You praise, and I will worship You. It's the only thing I know to do. For all I want, all I am, and all I will be is Yours.
Send me a thunderstorm, bring me to the sea, allow me to lift my voice and sing to Thee. In this hour of doubt I see, but who I am is not just me. So give me the strength to die myself, so love can live to tell the tale. let the songs I sing bring joy to You. Let the words I say profess my love. Let the notes I choose be Your favorite tune, Father let my heart be after You alone.
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