A melody plays in my mind—too distant to capture. I’m
a young girl standing beside my grandmother in church. Her eyes are fixed upon
the altar as she sings from memory. Some of the people around us are doing the
same. Utterly amazed, I turn back to The
Book of Common Prayer resting open on the pew in front of me, search for my
place, and raise my voice in song.
There are so many questions I wish I would have
asked her. What did those words mean to you as you were singing them? Did they
touch your heart? Did you fall so much more in love with Him as they flowed
from your lips? Were they like raindrops settling on the tip of your tongue
soothing your every hurt?
Most days, I’m at a loss—unable to see behind the
eyes of others worshipping around me to know if they’re filled with joy or
overwhelmed by burdens. I’m blind to everything except my own relationship with
the Savior. But I know He’s present with all of us. He knows what’s taking
place in every heart and mind.
His words are life.
Father God, let Your words rain down on us
like manna from heaven and make the journey from our mind to our heart so that
we might grow closer to Thee.
© 2019 Amy A. Verzi
4 comments:
Very nicely done!! Christy
Very nicley done!
I love your devotion, Amy. Your words always draw me in and my soul melts with your
words. Thank you for the way they make me feel, whole and loved. Evelyn
Thy words are stamped upon my soul; the melody soothes my heart. And soon they are as
one, intwinded so tightly that they shall never part. The soul in me sings harmony as to the strings of your heart.
(Just a short poem made for you, dear Amy.) Evelyn.I hope to see you in our Group soon.
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