The voice is a conduit for miracles to reach down from heaven and kiss earth. Language barriers are eradicated. The coldest of hearts are warmed. The lonely become united. Who am I to be created as an instrument for joy?
I am in a foreign country on a mission. I do not speak their language so I cannot use words, but we both understand the language of music. When I sing words that I believe with every fiber of my being, when I am moved to tears and brought to my knees, they know exactly what I am saying. In that moment, we have exceeded language barriers and conversed on a spiritual level. Who am I to hold the key to unlock every language?
My soul longs to connect each heart like a string so no one will feel isolated. The only string that I know will wrap around every person’s heart is a song.
I am standing elevated in a place where I see a multitude of people. I am able to see cold hearts. They reject the idea of warmth. But unbeknownst to them, I have a fire inside me, and I am about to wrap them up in it. Music is the flame that consumes but does not burn. What was once inconceivable to the cold is made a reality, and now they never want to leave it. Who am I to lead people to the greatest fire?
I am in a crowded room but it is filled with silence. Each person feels alone even though they are surrounded. My soul longs to connect each heart like a string so no one will feel isolated. The only string that I know will wrap around every persons heart is a song. I boldly sing a simple melody and the person to my left joins me. We smile because our hearts are now strung together with a tune. This exponentially continues until each person in the room is lifting their voices and connected in harmony. Who am I to unite to lonely?
I am created for something bigger than myself. If I begin to think I am the one who is to be praised for the miracle of music, I will surely forget how to sing. I am merely an instrument. And what is an instrument without a musician to play it?