It is that instant
Before the curtain rises
When the orchestra
Sounds a singular note
In glorious unison.
I shake in my seat.
Goosebumps race across my skin.
In that note,
I hear
The harmony of the Triune God...
The pregnant promises of a Creation
Not yet redeemed...
And the siren call of My God,
Beckoning across the ages
To this current moment in Time
With me...
O Lord,
I hear you everywhere these days...
I wait for the day
You will let me sound notes
With the choirs of angels and the redeemed
Before Your Throne!
Until then,
Stoke the growing fire in my soul,
And use me to bring
Your Music
To this still-broken Creation
And all its Creatures...
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