SING A LITTLE SONG
Like a song.
She came like a song.
The loveliest sound. She sung melodies of possibility.
Each word another note cradling hope, joy and anticipation. Rapturous. Captivating. Intoxicating. And entirely attractive. Every hymn a confession of excited premonition. Through her smile spilled the most perfect song. She ushered in a language I wanted in greater doses. I knew I wanted her melodies in my space.
To be surrounded with a chorus of hope.
What a lovely prospect.
To hear a complimentary harmony to the daring song stirring in our heart. Another voice added to the score being written. Could we sing together?
We are wise when we build networks of faith.
Relationships are the currency of Heaven; nothing is more precious in God’s economy. So while we seek honouring relationships we must also seek to be those kinds of friends and armour-bearers ourselves.
We reap what we sow.
To reap love, we must sow love.
To reap friendship, we must sow friendship.
To reap faith, we must sow faith.
It’s the golden rule.
Like a song.
She came like a song.
A baseline of strength. A baseline of conviction. An underscore.
A reminder of the song’s true essence. I heard it and was put instantly at ease. She knew what it told and why it played. She reminded us over and over. She sung truth upon truth. She sung. A tune so chilling, so weighty, so fervent it enveloped every question, every doubt and called it to respectful attention. As the years have passed I have fallen more and more blissfully in love with her melody line. Like an anchor, or a true north, another voice of faith singing all the bolder with each passing year.
Like a song.
She came like a song.
Subtle, soft and almost unheard.
But as I caught it, I realised the roar within it. I had not heard power like this before. I was devastated by it’s humility. Drawn to convicted knees at the sound of her confession. An effortless might of selflessness. Could there be anything more compelling than this tune? Could we all sing this tune from time to time? Yes, more of this song. More of this song.
Like a song.
She came like a song.
She sung an untainted tune.
Emerging from a dreadful cacophony of critique and slander, she sung longer and louder than they. Contrary to the chorus, she sung. How did she learn those notes? What place did her voice spill from. A source of right-standing. A source of revelation. A source of honour. She sung and has always sung. When the crescendos fade away, and the silence is deafening, her song is often the first to be heard. And the space swells into song once more, because she is never afraid to sing alone.
Listen carefully to the song of a person’s heart.
The ones who come in with a story, will also leave with a story, so listen carefully to the tone of their story-telling voice. Sing with the ones who see the best and speak life even through and beyond their trials. Their ballads are the most beautiful kind.
Be inclusive to all, but sing only the song of faith.
And stir that song in others.
Like a song.
She came like a song.
Sweet trembling utterance. Unsure, yet willing.
She sung a daring tune. Aware fully of her unconventional sound. Reluctant, yet compelled, she sung. As we voices encouraged her to sing her own in the midst ours she found her pace, her diction. She brought a nonconformist rise to the score and timidity became character. Light and shade. Her tone lovely, her offering chaste. A meek resoluteness that inspires gracious change.
Like a song.
She came like a song.
She sung as though her own voice surprised her.
Trills and colour. Incurable. Buoyant. Each new note was an experience anew. One virgin sound after another. Delighted in revelation and dripping with cheer. Oh what a satiable sound. Unpretentious, inspired, simple. When she sung, a light flicked on in me. I remembered again how simple and thrilling a tune ought to be.
Sing a little song my sweet one.
Sing alone till you find a companion, then a choir.
Sing a little song. Though choose your tune and your chorale most selectively. Some melodies are best left unsung. Others make the journey worthwhile. Kindred melodies make for rich stage plays. In high's and low's a multi-part harmony of hope is the most lovely of prospects.
Sing with a chorus of Earthen Angels to a Heavenly tune.
There is nothing greater than this. This is the sound that drowns out the rest. Sets wind in the sails and ushers in the miraculous.
Sing because it enlarges your world.
Sing because that is what you were designed to do.
