God, the Great Musician

At the beach this weekend with some girlfriends, we were studying Psalms 23 together one morning, and pondering on all the details David included which only a shepherd would know. David related God to something he knew best--shepherding--and the result has touched billions. So Sarah wondered--what if we wrote a Psalm to God based on what we know best or do most often? I challenged my friends to do just that, and here is my attempt at the project.

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The Lord is my composer;

He wrote my life's song outside of time.

He brought me to earth
with His song on my heart.

His song I rejected,

and His music I did not follow,

until He opened my ears.

And now, Oh Lord,

I will play Your music

with every breath I have.

I will watch for Your direction

and play to my utmost.

But help me, dear Father!

For I am weak, and an unskilled musician.

I cannot see the next measure,

nor hear the themes as I play;

I do not appreciate the dissonances

in my haste to get to the consonances.

I balk at playing the harmony

when the melody is lauded and appreciated.

God, I look at the four beats

Your Word has illuminated to me,

And I know--I cannot play even those notes.

So God, here: take my instrument, my life.

Play me for Your glory.

You Who know the exposition,

development, and recapitulation;

You, Who do all things beautifully;

You Who are perfect and omniscient;
You Who hear with perfect pitch;
You Whose fingers never miss;
You Who are my composer;

Play me, Father, for the rest of my life.

 

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