A song bubbled from my spirit as I was washing dishes. The suds still on my hands, I sat with my journal to pour out my heart before the Lord. This spilled forth. I have asked for Him to go deeper in my life. He is beautifully answering.
"The notes have been too pretty. A song arising from my spirit.
A tune of anguish, sorrow, chords of contentment lingering.
I want my life to be a song of your praise. But my music sounds like the world.
I've been seduced by contentment. My melody wrapped in mediocrity.
A refrain of staleness playing over and over and over and over and over
Rip the sheet music away. Write only your song on my heart.
No more pretty music. No more chords that please the ear.
I want to be the notes that pierce hearts.
Give me your tune. A song of triumph, exhortation and warfare.
A life that makes the enemy shudder when he hears my melody.
Notes mingled with your Spirit, strong, loud, setting captives free.
The song of my life set to the tune of my King."
The Lord desires to co-create with us, writing our songs. What notes does He long to write on the chorus of your heart?