Listen for the crescendo of music drawing your thoughts into a place of restoration.
Gentle notes fill the air so that you can almost see the tones.
The songs of the harp, the flute, the lyre, the bells weave a tapestry that wraps your parched heart and mind with tranquility and beauty.
Chaos may roar at you, but I will hold it back so you can hear the sweet tones of my presence.
On this path, I have already swept away the rocks that would bruise your feet and pushed back the branches that would slice your face.
Now I give you more: the songs of eternity sweeping away the turmoil of your grief.
Take another step into my presence. Attend to the melodies of healing.
“My heart is confident in you, O God; no wonder I can sing your praises with all my heart! Wake up, lyre and harp! I will wake the dawn with my song. I will thank you, Lord, among all the people. I will sing your praises among the nations. For your unfailing love is higher than the heavens. Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.”
Psalm 108:1–4
Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.
