Your Song a Hymn

You make your song a hymn

So much more than a performance

But when does this begin

This sweet supply of ordnance

Is it transformed upon arriving at my ear

Before it starts to wind beneath my mind

Reaching down into my heart, into its deepest part

Where the light shines brightest, where the truest, purest worship starts

As self, dethroned in true contrition

Stays humbled at the thought

In spirit and in truth; those two conditions

The Holy Father has forever sought

Was it the good soil of your heart

That received with joy, the Kingdom’s seed

Fed and watered well, now bears its fruit

The song that waits upon your lips, draws life from roots secure and deep

Was this a song given in the night, softly whispered near your pillow

A gentle melody from heaven, a comfort as you sleep

Replacing tears and sadness with newborn sounds of gladness

As sighs of desperation give rise to inspiration and rest awaits, perfect and complete

This joyous sound proceeds unbound

When earthly words have fallen  short

And the ones with ears are the ones who hear

Melodies of the heavenly sort

You make your song a hymn

Reminding me of the simplicity of my rediscovered youth

And the melody of heaven’s victory

Keeps us singing joyfully in spirit and in truth

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching

and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms

and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your

hearts to God. (Colossians 3:16)