He Wrote a Symphony in My Heart
The Song of songs has come down from heaven and dwelt amid the souls of men. The Spirit who moves like water and wind sings a melody to us all. We have but to listen. Be still. Sing Him a dirge until He comes, then change your tune. Blessed are those in whom He dwells. Our lives are a sweet symphony to the King of kings. How I wish I knew all the proper notes to play... but somehow my befuddled attempts mix and match with those of other "failures", and we all together become the most beautiful bride this world or the world to come will ever see! Imagine the march on that final day! How glorious it will be. The groom awaits for those who are called to be made ready. Let our beauty shine brightly so that our Lord and groom is pleased!
The music is written. It was written before time began. The Master Composer awaits his instruments to take place. Will we let go of our strife and settle down? Better yet, may all things bright and dark form in us something entirely new, an enchanting melody. May all the characteristics, story and unmatched vivacious color be imbibed in sweet sorrow and joy. May the Song never end. Let's sing His praises even now. Rehearsal session has begun. Consider each moment and movement as though it was your final and greatest performance, not as for men, but for the Song of songs.