For the makers of music out there

Music man
Called to create, to flow, to bring forth

Music man
Hear ME calling you

By name

Son, you are mine.

I long for you
Not only to create but to rest
With Me
Talk to me, laugh with me, weep with me

You have heard my melodies
But, my dear much-loved Son
Come away with me again to our place

My heart yearns for you,
For the deep
I want my heart beat to be yours

For when it is
The sound will open windows
It will bring down walls

Your world with all it's noise and tunes and excitement
Will be stilled by the truth, the love and the power
Of my heart beat

Amplified

In you

And through you

My son.


<Why does it seem that the minstrels, the men called to write the songs of our day, the worshippers in spirit... why does it seem that these called ones are so assiduously sidetracked? Because the calling is noble? Or that there is an onslaught against these men - and women - who unleash the sounds of heaven bringing healing to earth? Oh God, we cry out to you that these minstrels would chase after You and not be distracted.>

What is this...

What is this thing that yearns in me?
That escapes, sometimes reluctantly
I think it's my spirit, calling to you
There's a hunger I cannot renew

I'm filled with things. With laughter and fun,
I am busy and fulfilled with my daughter and son
I've got a great job and lots to do
The end of the day comes too quickly anew

But when I stop between my work and play
And silence my heart to quickly pray
I find my spirit surging, prompting my soul
Calling to you to make me whole.

Jer 2:31 (paraphrased).  "My people have stopped drinking from me and have dug out broken wells to drink from."