SONGS OF JOY

I never have claimed to be a real, skilled singer. My mother loved it and knew what she was doing, but for me it’s always been a time for spiritual uplift. Getting the song right “calms the troubled heart,” so to speak. Still, I’ve often enjoyed singing in a congregational choir, although it doesn’t do much ‘calming,’ at first.

The routine usually runs something like this: This piece of music is too hard; we’ll never get it right. Frustration, practice and prayer for help. Some of the other members of the choir are beginning to get their parts down, but I’m floundering. Frustration, practice and prayer for help.

I must admit this is a beautiful song, but it’s not the easiest song to master. Frustration, practice and prayer for help. We sing tomorrow at Church, I’d better get it down.

He answers our prayers and helps, despite our frustration the song sounds wonderful. There is gratification in getting the song performed correctly. The choir gets praised but He deserves the credit. Soon we’re telling the choir director, “This piece is too hard, we’ll never get it right.” She looks at us knowingly and smiles. “With His help, is anything too hard?”