of radios, hearing, and singing harmony – a nameless poem

I wonder if, sometimes, when You speak,

all You hear is Your voice echoing off the shards of

a broken world that is plugging its ears,

or at least has the radio of its self-importance

cranked so high that

it cannot catch Your voice.

what a tragedy, to so deliberately drown

the voice of the Almighty with my own!

so open my ears to

Your voice, Your laughter, Your love songs.

catch my attention with

the things that make Your own heart beat faster.

when You speak, I want to settle at Your feet

or scramble to keep in step with You,

yanking off my stocking cap

to be sure I can catch every word.

when You laugh, I want to laugh with You,

letting my eyes follow Yours to see the joy

and abundance of gladness You see in these days.

when You sing, I want to stop my ears

to every note of wickedness so I can catch

the sweet song of Your Church living in harmony,

with each other and with Your Spirit.

I do not want to come to the end of my days to find

that, enthralled by the sound of my own voice,

I lived in dissonance with the song of the Creator.

each and every one of my days

I want to lace my life beneath Your melody

as a pleasing harmony,

drawing attention not to my own skill but

to the beauty of Your arrangement.

make me a willing musician in Your courts

forever and a day.