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Redeeming the Sound of My Faith

For those who have at some time awakened to find themselves clapping when there was no music–a song of praise and deliverance.

O to be swept into worship

With that rhythmic gospel

That my soul longs to offer back to my God.

For it is He who has made my heart

To beat to the very music of His word

And who has made my feet dance

To the celebration of His goodness and glory.

Great, grand voices that dig deeply into each word

Proclaiming and celebrating a personal encounter with the King of kings

Despite daily struggles with the Prince of darkness,

Scrape the sod off my heavy, downtrodden spirit,

And in a renewed lightness, with each crescendo,

I clap my hands even louder in amen agreement. 

If I try to contain the song that is on my lips

When I hear of the many things “written aforetime for our learning”,

The very tears of my eyes cry out in protest,

For it is He who created me and the sound of my faith. 

He who created me and the sound of my faith

Has sent me to a foreign land

To be swept into worship with a sweet, strange melody

In which my soul struggles to find release.

My heart searches for and my feet seek that which is muzzled

In a quieter, more subdued proclamation of truth, and so

In my heart I run to and fro, desperately looking for a way, a place, a means to celebrate.

And then it hits me.  This is my portion. 

But shall my heart beat silently to the music of His word? 

Shall my feet cease to dance within my shoes?  

When my downtrodden yet redeemed soul is scraped clean and given hope

By the “patience and comfort of the Scriptures,” I will indeed shout, “Amen!”

For my tongue will not be bound.  I will indeed clap, for my hands will not be stilled. 

I will learn to rejoice in this, my portion. 

Shall I, therefore, still desire to be swept into that rhythmic gospel

That my soul longs to offer back to my God?

Yes, yes, yes, forever! 

For it is He who created me and the sound of my faith.