a psalm

Those gentle tinkling of the Piano keys kindle an awakening,

The slow strains of the Violin stir up glorious emotions,

Then Strings and Woodwind raise their anthems in a harmonious covenant.

Slowly, in their own delightful fashion, 

a 

crescendo 

of 

                   passion 

is 

                           evoked.

Eternity is stranded in the present. 

The beautiful, beautiful tunes are a testament to Your unspeakable Splendor.

For You are the Author of melodious refrains, the Creator of supernal strains.

 Resonating in heart-beat cadences,

Your honor, majesty, strength and beauty flood my soul. 

O Lord, 

if I used mere words to describe You, 

then, You would not be so... 

Marvelous

To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning,

         And Your faithfulness every night,

On an instrument of ten strings,

         On the lute, 

         And on the harp, 

         With harmonious sound.

For You, LORD, have made me glad through Your work;

         I will triumph in the works of Your hands. 

~ psalm 92.2-4