La Musique

Sunday, February 1, 2009

It was that day of puppeting
That I truly heard angels sing
The accompanying music was loud
Yet their voices were not drowned out
Not yet old enough to lose face
They sang freely of God's grace
Of how "Jesus You are my Lord"
And how to Him "I give You my all"
They also worshipped with their hands
Simple ones, nothing very grand
And when I stood amongst them
I could feel the love from which their worship stemmed
Earnest, sincere, wholly trusting
In the God they were now praising
I unlocked the chains that bound my heart
My voice and desires, my every part
Singing with every fiber of my being
To my Jesus, my Saviour, my King

It is a wonder to hear the little children of the kingdom
sing praises to our God and King.
If only we were children.

3:53 AM