Singing.

Standing there, surrounded by people
music swelling around me
gazing down at the hearers below,
the arms of the conductor moving
in sync with the music,
fingers flying over organ keys,
voices raising.

Song, music, melody,
in harmony, in unison, deep and high
rich and warm
the words, the old hymn,
"When I survey..."

Smiling across at him, that man,
who holds my heart in his hands,
who is my life.
We sing together.
We sing with friends, old and new
and people whose names we don't know
but with whom, for this moment,
we are united in purpose:
praise.

Praise of the One Who created music
Who gave us our voices
Who alone deserves our honor, our all.
So I sing, with all that is in me, for Him.

"Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were a present far too small.
Love, so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!"