Saturday, January 3, 2009

The glory of it all

I think I've become tone deaf as I've aged. Many, many years ago I went to a Christmas service with my sister, who is tone deaf, and I thought I'd have to leave the room because I couldn't stifle my laughter at her howling. Oh my goodness! I couldn't even look at her.

I've deceived myself all these years, singing in front of a mirror, thinking I actually sounded good. Because when I turn down the music and hear myself: I can't hold a note either. It must be hereditary.

At a recent gathering of some women, we all got together to sing Christmas carols. I was like, "Uh, this wasn't part of the program ..." But I didn't want to sound like a humbug, so I went along with it and planted myself next to the loudest woman in the group, who then decided her throat was giving out on her. So she didn't sing, making her the quietest in the group. Someone said, "Make a joyful noise!" to me. I was not in my element. I don't have a girlie voice, and no one was singing alto. Not my finest moment. But it was fun.

I do love singing at church though, because the music is so nice and loud that no one can hear me, including me. What a confidence builder. Tonight we sang this, and I lost my voice to tears at the line, "We will never be the same." Lyrics are much better sung to music than read on a blog. I wish you could hear the beautiful song sung in my heart ... but not with my voice!

I am not even the same from last week. So much has moved in my life that I never anticipated.

The Glory of it all
Dave Crowder Band
At the start
He was there
He was there
In the end
He’ll be there
He’ll be there
And after all
Our hands have wrought
He forgives
Oh, the glory of it all
Is He came here
For the rescue of us all
That we may live
For the glory of it all
Oh, the glory of it all
All is lost
Find Him there
Find Him there
After night
Dawn is there
Dawn is there
And after all
Falls apart
He repairs
He repairs
Oh, He is here
With redemption from the fall
That we may live
For the glory of it all
Oh, the glory of it all
After night
Comes a light
Dawn is here
Dawn is here
It’s a new day, a new day
Oh, everything will change
Things will never be the same
We will never be the same
Oh, everything will change
Things will never be the same
We will never be the same

1 comment:

jodie said...

It's not very often (if ever) that we get a comment of appreciation for how loud the music is. But you have a great point! That's a great benefit!