I pluck out notes on my dulcimer. Trying to find the tune of the song playing quietly in my iPhone.
The desire comes from a deep place. I want to play the songs, adding my instrument to the lyrics. Making them somehow more mine.
Pressing the words in through frets, fingers.
He’s rich in love and slow to anger.
My heart swells.
Thou hast not left me, though I oft left thee.
What love.
Tune my heart to sing thy praise.
The early morning birds join my chorus. Or I join theirs.
The breeze. Rising sun. The whole earth worships.
And I am found.
Hi Kim! Visiting from Five Minute Friday! I read your post in my car across the street from NYC's Central Park. A beautiful gift of greenery in the middle of the concrete jungle. It is a gift for us and I get to call it my backyard. I hear the birds chirping and the smell of grass and green is thick. The city is alive. And the whole earth worships. Thank you for this sweet reflection!
"Turn my heart to sing your praise"! Yes! Visiting from the Five Minute Friday. Have a blessed weekend!
Beautiful Kim! I didn't know you play the dulcimer? I have been wanting to learn myself. Almost bought one a few years back, but then, you know that I really want to get a violin in my hands. God knows we are one in many in worship and together we life our lives in holy praise, worshiping him in spirit and truth. AAAAhhhhhhhh……the birds singing birds join in, and the mountains clap, it is too much to take it, it is awesome……
Hugs,
Kelly
"Tune my heart to sing thy praise." This is beautiful. A heart in tune with God…I think that is the heart of worship. (visiting from FMF)