Thursday, June 23, 2011

Dearest God,

I returned to choir tonight after having been missing for three weeks. Later following our practice of Sunday's hymns we began singing music we will sing in the festival in August. Although we are a chatty bunch and on occasion we get scolded for talking too much, one song in particular drew us in and set us straight. "Sanctus, Sanctus" sounds like it originated from heaven itself.

I am mystified by the power of music to change us. I watch with great interest the way in which we settle in when music touches the deepest part of our selves. I feel it in my own soul.

I suspect there is something very deep seeded within each of us that takes our cue only from you. I believe there is something so far down that can only be reached by heaven's strong chords. Whatever it is, however it works, it can move me like nothing else. I am thankful and even my thankfulness starts with you.

Holy God,
Power of the Cosmos,
you can change
the position
of continents
but you still
work best
changing the
human soul.
Thank you
for allowing
eternity's sweet music
to inspire
my soul,
equipping my spirit
to sing
your praise.
I love you.

Always, Andrea