Psalm 150:6 – Let everything that has breath praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! (ESV)

I believe that the innate desire to respond to the Conductor's cues begins in the womb:

Psalm 71:6 – Upon you, I have leaned from before my birth; you are he who took me from my mother's womb. My praise is continually of you. (ESV)

The gift of music is grounded in God's love. This heart-to-heart connection with our Creator explains why worship ministry is as vital as mother's milk. It keeps God's command for us alive:

Psalm 145:4,7 – One generation shall commend your works to another, and shall declare your mighty acts. They shall pour forth the fame of your abundant goodness and shall sing aloud of your righteousness. (ESV)

Having grown up in the 1950s, praising God was as fundamental as inhaling and exhaling. Sunday afternoons were spent with family and friends, still wearing their Sunday best, gathered around our piano, singing hymns. Father would pick his cherished Jew's harp or set of spoons from a basket brimming with period instruments, then pass it around, so that no one was left empty-handed. Soon, everything that had breath praised the Lord. Hands clapped, toes tapped, voices harmonized, and occasionally, our eyes would pop as the delicate china on our sideboard would dance ever so slightly. No Sunday was complete without Mother leading her personal favourite, "His eye is on the sparrow" by Civilla Martin. Even today, my heart still bursts for joy when I hear it sung.

Why should I feel discouraged?
Why should the shadows come?
Why should my heart feel lonely,
And long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion?
My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

It was during those Spirit-filled afternoons when I came to realize that music is the common thread between God's truth and His love for His children. For music knows no boundaries, speaks all languages, inspires every age, and has the power to heal any heart condition. Like the tiny sparrow, let us sing God's praises. Join me in my prayer:

Prayer: Dear heavenly Father, let me praise You like a songbird and dance across Your skies. Let me show all my thanks and all my wonder that Your Son came here to die. My every breath is Yours to give; yet, when I fail You, You forgive. My love is all I have to give. I'm here to worship You. Thank You for the gift of music. Hallelujah! Amen.

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