While it is the song of my heart that pleases His ears I believe it is also the singer. My voice vocalizing what he already knows I need or desire in such a melody that makes his own heart sour as the melody graces his ears. He already knows the words, tone, and chorus before my heart can even create the words itself... Yet every syllable is his favorite to hear.
He hums along with me in agreeance as my heart is singing out for his strength and help. He sings a duet with me of a song only he could have written. He formed me and yet allows my heart to think it created the words itself.
He loves the melody of hearing my heart aligned with his and the smooth soft flow from each refrain. We sway to the music together, cause the rhythmic beat calls for dancing along to the words.
GOD... the best dance partner. The best composer. The best listener to the song I cry out to him every time. Every day. He sings along and The song of my heart couldn't ask for more.
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2 comments:
Beautifully written! :-) xoxo
Love that --- he did it all and we just get to sing along, don't we? How blessed is that?
Hugs,
Kelly (stopping by from fmf)
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