Our Hearts Sing

my heart sings

my heart sings
o that my bride
the bride of my youth
would come so that we could be one
she hides. her face behind the veil of mystery
she hides. her name in the jumble of the world
she hides. her heart because i don't yet recognize which is hers.
which is hers...

my heart sings
my heart sings
impatience has become my new best friend
to see her to tell her
"Beautiful" 
to hear her
hear her voice
like that of a bird in the spring time
so young
so beautiful


my heart sings
my heart sings
her heart sings
her heart sings

my heart sings
her heart sings
our hearts sing
we will be one
we will sing of what is to be.
What will be is that which is happening
and has not yet come to pass...
"Oh the Glory of it all is:
he came here
For the rescue of us all
that we may live
for the glory of it all
for the glory of it all "

my heart sings
sings a new song
a song of praise
and of hope

my heart sings
her heart sings
we will sing.

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together.

A HolyDance

I sing a great dance looking into the eyes of my love

Her beauty astounds me, her grace i adore

My King and my God, don't ever leave my presence

My bride, my glorious church you could never comprehend...

Don't ever leave my side, don't ever leave my presence

...the depth of my love. Not even after a thousand years

I was once lost. Broken. Hopeless. you raised me up
Even though i rebelled. You gave me hope.
Even when the situation was bleak.
You came to my rescue.
I will stand here. In awe of the one who gave it all.

I will sweep you off your feet
You will look up and see me smile.
You will seek comfort in me
and i will give it.
You will cry out to me for help
and i will be there.
You will ask me for a miracle
And i will blow you away!

And so i'll dance in the presence of the one
who makes all things new.
I will dance so that i can see you smile
so i come to the arms of my father looking up
and i dance in the presence of the one
who makes all things new!
and so i'll dance...

fyi
italics is the Bride
and
Bold is the Christ

The servent. The master musician.

The master musician raises his pick and bows his head. "With this pick o God i pray that you take this heart of mine. And put it in your sancuary. Protect it from the ravages of this world. Let it feel free to come to you completely secure. Yet totally aware of your power. Father let this hand play the music which has been written by you through me. Let this voice cause the earth to stand still and The heavens to break out in praise. God i cannot play this concert without your help. In fact i cannot even begin unless you take total control of this body. Father. My friend and Leader Let me honor you here and now. In the name of the true Master Musician i pray amen."
Guitar tuned. EADGBE. heart surrendered. ready. He signals for the curtain to be drawn. The curtain split open like the two halves of his body. One saying HIS and other other demanding sinister victory. The battle begins. "Thank you for hearing me" The master musician prays. With a surge of adrenaline like an avalanche screaming down the mountain the master musician surrenders.
Everything. Totally and completely.

Down Down Up. Down Down Up. Em. G. D. Am. He plays. The master musician he lets go, no longer is it him playing. no that was long long ago. A distant life. It is now God playing through him. Him playing to God. A Holy dance full of magic and glory and awesome power.

Long ago the master musician would have tried to take over saying that it was him Not God who knew how to play best. But now he knows better. The master musician worships God with every stroke of his skilled hand. With every chord that he plays.

His vocal chords vibrate. His heart abandoned. no longer can he feel the power that once held him captive. He sings. "Holy God" he cries in perfect harmony.

The music reaches the ears of THE MASTER. His head turns from the angel that he was conversing with. "Hold on" he says smiling. "Listen"
"Worthy is the Lord" The master musician continues full of passion and truth.

The crowd surrounding the master musician joined in. They knew this song well.

Broken hearts were healed. Burdens removed. Souls freed. The crowd and master musician as one breathed in the Sweet Air. Drank deeply of the Living Water. They were filled with the spirit. They sung with a passion that caused the earth to stand still and The heavens to break out in praise. Yet the people didn't even notice. They were worshiping their God.
"O Praise Him" They cried.

The music hit a peak. " Hallelujah" The musician no longer could hear the instrument. Only the voice of the crowd. They were loud "He is Holy".

The song finished. But the crowd continued. "Amazing Grace how sweet the sound...". Deep into the night they sung. Never tiring. Ever getting louder. The MASTER was honored that night. All because of surrender of the master musician. HIS servant. All because of the dance between FATHER and son. MASTER and servant.

i tell you this story because i want you to know how great GOD is. He is so totally beyond anything and everything i can understand. God can take the normal, like music, singing, breathing, talking, even walking and turn it into something that is Glorifying. I am proof of that. My life was once "nothing special" but it has now become an awesome journey. Whatever it is you feel that God desires. Whether it be surrender. Worship. Prayer. Or just plain hang time. Give it to Him. I promise you it is soo worth it. and it will be something that you never regret.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=IpVsF4W8V2Y