My trembling voice chokes faints, intimidated by the grand chorus. Swept by the swell of elegance, I stand shamed swirled awed into a a a a a silence.... Such a harmony! of light and sound. Winged words soar delicately while I can only limp on feet of clay; the tremulous music pierces, leaving my heart gasp- ing for breath. Such beauty stings. And I cry. Where is there room for my tinny notes? Where is there place for my small voice? How can I sing? a a
But into my silence
enters my
Lord,
my Lord, who
touched clouded eyes
and gave them light,
who
turned lifeless limbs
to warm flesh and muscle,
who sang the very stars into being.
My Lord
opens the door
and invites me out.
He asks me to sing.
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