Despite my apparent inability to read music, change key, or control my pitch (but I have some mean vibrato), I love to listen to the music. And I love to stop and just listen to people sing the words.
As a tangent, I seem to follow a hymn or praise song's flow of thought better when it is written in prose format rather than with the musical staff. Probably speaks towards how my brain functions logically and analytically instead of musically.
I wanted to share the first and fourth verses of a song we sang this morning in chapel. The words were written by Horatius Bonar in 1866.
Fill Thou my life, O Lord my God, in ev'ry part with praise.Related Post: From Wonder to Praise to Action
That my whole being may proclaim Thy being and Thy ways.
Not for the lip of praise alone, nor e'en the praising heart
I ask but for a life made up of praise in ev'ry part!
So shall each fear, each fret, each care be turned into a song,
And ev'ry winding of the way the echo shall prolong;
So shall no part of day or night from sacredness be free;
But all my life, in ev'ry step be fellowship with Thee.
CHORUS: Praise, all my life, all of my days. [repeat]
Honey, it wasn't that we did not try to give you music lessons. I thought you learned to read notes in junior high with Mr. Henderson! I am sorry that I failed for you to learn to play the piano.
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Love you,
mama
I know "Every Good Boy Does Fine" and "F.A.C.E." and you didn't fail. i probably would have complained the whole time anyway. (lol...moms are the greatest!)
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