Let Me Sing

The story behind the prayer is this … back when I was a teenager and spending a couple summers here in Florida with my grandparents, there were mornings after my grandmother had left for work and after my grandfather had left for … honestly I don't know … maybe errands … he always had a ton of errands … and I was alone in the house, after my shower, I would go into my bedroom, blow dry my hair and sing. My grandparents had old hymnals sitting on the shelf in my room and I would open them up and sing just about as loud as I could. Boy there was something freeing about singing those old hymns.

LET ME SING

Lord, let me sing for You.

Let me sing for You now,

the way I sang for You then,

when I was a child,

and fearless and innocent

and filled with nothing but joy,

as I reveled in Your presence.

Let me sing for You again,

the way I sang for You then,

when I closed my eyes

and poured forth my love

with words and song

that shook my spirit,

and left every inch

of me, sparking with

an electric anticipation.

Oh, how great thou art,

I sang in the morning

until my bedroom walls

pulsed, saturated with

an unfettered passion

that filled my room as surely

as the early morning sun

filled every corner, every

out of the way nook,

once hidden in shadow,

but now radiant in light

and a holy love for You.

Lord, I will sing

without shame.

I will smile through

every missed note,

through every crack

and wobble of my voice,

knowing that in Your ears,

every note of my love

is pitch perfect.

Lord, I will sing of my love.

I will sing of Your love.

I will sing of love this day

and all days, forever.

Amen.

Psalm 89:1