Lord, I would love to hear your singing voice today. I always love to hear a loved one stroll past me with a song on their lips. Their joyful heart being expressed by a happy tune lifts my heart to new places. I would love to hear you singing your song over me today.
I remember my Grandpa, who was Irish to the core, could dance a jig well into his nineties. He always had a song and dance to share. His expression of joy would illuminate the room and break all weariness of the day.
Scotty will often sing a song to me. He usually makes me laugh. Some of the songs in his repertoire mixed with his timing to express them to me could only make me laugh. He means to make me laugh. This is part of our fun in life.
But today, I want to hear the song you are singing, Lord. I will be listening. When I hear the birds, I will be thinking of you. When I hear my son whistling a tune, I will be thinking of you. Even the melody of the breeze will remind me that I am listening for your song.
And I will sing with You.
Because of Jesus,