Music is the tongue of angels. Like any language it is message bearing. Like all language, that message is vulnerable to the interpretations of the listener. A friend of mine is a gifted songwriter and pianist and wrote this song a number of years ago. One night as I listened to it I was moved to "translate" if you will, the language of the music into the inadequate language of English. I'd encourage you to listen to the song while reading this next section, and since all my readers have her CD, I'm confident this won't be a problem.
"Sitting crying bittersweet tears of
nostalgia with a growing sense of anticipation, there is life ahead; something
new is coming. Proclamation, the Lord has ordained new glories for my life. He
is here. He has come down to earth Alellujah, I now have purpose. I will move
forward. I am moving forward to the rest that God declared on the seventh day,
a life of service for the Lord brings with it overwhelming peace. I can look
back on a life filled with righteousness with no regrets, I am content as I
hear my Master whisper, enter into my rest..."
