We opened our Sunday morning service with "I sing the
might power of God" standing we raised our voices and sang our
praise. With voices and piano building
to the crescendo we ended with the words that are at the foundation of our
faith, "there's not a place where we can flee but God is present
there!"
And where ear-ringing silent should have been his voice
continued to sing on clear and pure the words unrecognizable except to his God.
The clear pure voice of a 3-year-old soul and with tune and words unknown to
all but God, we were all given a gift: the gift of pure unrestrained worship
and praise.
Parents quickly try to hush the small yet powerful voice and
he refused to stop until his worship was done and his praise complete.
I am always humbled by the pure worship of children and the
gifts of joy they provide us if we have the heart to listen and wisdom to
understand.
Grandma Snyder
©2013-2016
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