Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Dear God,

In your wisdom you have made us all different. Not only do we speak many languages, we celebrate many cultures and traditions. We wear brown skin, black, yellow, white and red.

Tonight I was conscious of our uniqueness as our choir sang a diverse range of music. I felt the presence of composers who knew you and called you by many names. We sang their messages of faith, hope, truth and love.

I love this part of my life, singing music from the heart, written from the heart, inspired out of the heart. I am always aware of those whose hearts were open to you in the composition of music that speaks about life with you, about a belief in you, about who you are and what you do and are about.

Music has always stirred my soul. In my restlessness music became my resting place. In my joy it has become my place of celebration. In my sorrow music invited me to trust. In my despair music led me to hope.

Because you have spoken to people of all ages, nations, races, faiths and backgrounds, we have music to soothe the soul, to lift it up, to challenge and disciple us, to inspire and motivate us and to give us many ways to sing your praise.

God of Many Names,
I give thanks
for persons
who listen
to you,
who follow
your lead
to write songs
for the heart.

Love, Andrea