Making Music
By Peggy Harris, August 29, 1998

The discordant notes and sounds of crashing cymbals echo in my ears
When my world comes crashing down upon me.
Where is the beauty and symmetry of sight and sound my heart longs for?

My dulled senses cry out in pain.
My withered soul screams in agony.
Where are the soothing sounds of heavenly music?

I'm so ill prepared for this onslaught of harsh raucous clatter
When my world tumbles down in disarray.
My seared heart longs for the calm that comes from hearing celestial hymns.

Precious Jesus, bring hope into the hopelessness of my life's melody.
Put the strings of my emotions back into a heavenly order.
I cannot survive the winds and cacophony that blows without you.

Where are you, my music and my life, my God?
Take me, as I am, just now, unstrung, hopelessly out of tune
And make of me a new instrument.

May your touch flow through me to reach out to others
Who also have discordant lives and withered souls
That they might be refurbished with the music of heaven in their heart.

Make me a means of catching heaven's choir and broadcasting it
Into the world of chaos that is all around me.
May I be a little bit of heavenly music to those I meet this week!

Praise Father, Son and Holy Spirit, for the harmony you bring to me.
The sweet melody of heaven, played through me, brings hope,
Courage and steadfastness to other listeners
Of this heavenly tune played out here on this small blue planet.
 

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