Music is a feeling. A harmonized symphony alarming from your innermost. It is known to captivate the masses with 6 strings, wood and four fingers. It can be the cry for a generation whose words are mute but feet move with a two step to a beat with bass that knocks the floor as if KING KING was slamming palm to cement. It was always meant for worship. To proclaim the name from our hearts to the heavens, JESUS be my center. I can only harmonize this feeling inside with the desire of my heart to belt out chords of change, prosperity, and provision to hope that the great commission rings in your ear. Beating that drum like congo’s in Puerto Rico, like the kahone in a jam sesh, like empty buckets on a street corner. Give me a harp, a sax, a piano, a guitar, a flute, shoot give me a tambareen, I’m a fein for the trambone, exliphone, the click clack, to a fast track, the smooth groove of a throwback tune, the bada bada bada boom, of a finale where the crowd goes nuts, hands raised singing the song ACAPELLA, Im the fella where I dont need an instrument but my heart will sing how I love you, now then “Psalm 57:10 For great is your love, reaching to the heavens; your faithfulness reaches to the skies.” Playing melodies of how priceless is your love both high and low, men find refuge in the shadow of your wings. My vocal chords spit up diamonds as a praise to you, they long to push out sounds of I can do all things, and rifts of I am an overcomer. Dazed with lyrical letters addressing you are my blessing, you are my bright and morning star, you are the I am, the beginning and the end, the alpha and omega, and then signing that letter with I am not worthy to sing your praise, but I dare not let the rocks worship in my place. So with every breath i breathe i will turn it back to you through pipes wider than this chest can hold like an old school organ who was forgotten but never rotten just rested to be flipped in a new song and then tested to be the new song for the new day.
So on this day I will say. I believe that you will conceive the miracle of music masterfully created inside of me. I believe.
THERE is THIS MUSIC INSIDE OF ME THAT I CAN NOT CONTAIN. AND WILL LET IT OUT. ITS CALLED WORSHIP!
AND I WILL PRAISE HIM.
BE BLESSED BE ENCOURAGED.
