What would be the soundtrack
if I should
one day happen to hear
the life behind my years?
Would the rhythm be composed of lilting melodies,
blended to lift the soul,
or would dark journeys of sound constantly converge,
bringing distress to the
very deepest parts of me?
Would it kill me to encounter
the unvarnished tension in the story
He would tell
or would I revel in the underlying current of strength
He held out to me
in every detail?
Would I long to join Him in the song
that flowed from His mouth
or would I faint at the idea
of being so personal with Him?
Would I let Him sing the song alone because I
was too afraid to lift my voice and let what’s inside of me
Would I think it important enough
to expose everything that’s in me
this Original alongside its kind Composer
or would I prefer to sit back and critique
and discredit its potential for great acclaim?
I pray that mine should be a heart
that swells at the opportunity
to join my Maker in a song that bears His name
and reveals His heart in every
between He and I.
I hope that I should gape in wonder at the interest
He would take
in my every weak attempt to carry the tune;
yes, wonder that He should
infuse each wayward note
with His own rich scales of
pure and undying Love.
With One like this behind the music of my life,
how should I keep from
this final lyric of joy:
God has used this song (Hero recorded by the band Abandon) and video (excerpts from the movie The Passion of the Christ) to greatly minister to me in the past few weeks. I hope you also won’t be able to see Christ’s expression of abandon for you in the same way after watching this.