The Song I Sing

Many who come to Nashville
sing for themselves.
And when praise claps
for them,
it pleases,
but soon fades into whispers
like a chord.
They are left silent,
empty.

We come to Nashville
to be taught how to sing.
Thousands gather,
for we are desperate
to be filled.
The Conductor is here,
demanding attention
with His name.

His song holds me captive
with its glorious melody.
Its percussion is my heartbeat.
My voice crescendos
with the choir
and I fade away
in the anthem of His glory.

originally written Spring 2005