Sing a Song

A little Christmas around our home.

Can you carry a tune? I use to be able to carry a tune, but after a muscle spasm in my throat, I can't carry a tune anymore. I can still sing, though, just softly or my throat starts too hurt.

This is the season for singing all those lovely Christmas Carols. Everybody has their favorite. Just listening to Christmas Carols puts a smile on my face.

But there's one thing all of us can do whether we can carry a tune or not. Our singing can be a prayer.

I found this song the other day that will help us along.

My Singing is a Prayer

My singing is a prayer, O Lord, A prayer of thanks and praise;

In music, Lord, I worship Thee; Thy beauty fills my days.

I give my talents, Lord, to Thee, My mind and heart and voice,

For Thou alone art worthy, Lord; in Thee I do rejoice.

Accept the worship of my heart, Accept my music, too;

Help me to live always for Thee, Lord, keep me strong and true.

O bless me, Lord, and help me sing Thy love so full and free;

And bless all those who listen, Lord, Help them to worship Thee.

Novella D. Preston Jordan, (1901- )

In David Jeremiah's magazine, Turning Point, he shared the story of who wrote the Christmas Carol O Holy Night. "It was written by a nonreligious Frenchman, set to music by a Jewish man who didn't celebrate the Lord's birthday, and translated into English by a Unitarian preacher who would capture the hearts of us all for the last 172 years." God uses whoever He wants to achieve His purposes. O Holy Night  may be one of the Carols you sing this Christmas. Sing it loud. Sing it everywhere. Sing it from your heart!

 
 Whether you can carry a tune or not, as you go through this Christmas season, may your heart be aware of the words you sing and your words a song of worship.

"O holy night the stars are brightly shining

It is the night of our dear Savior's birth

Long lay the world in sin and error pining

Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth

"A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks a new glorious morn

Fall on your knees

O hear the angels' voice

O night divine

O night when Christ was born

O night divine O night

O night divine"

"A bird doesn't sing because he has an answer--he sings because he has a song." Joan Anglund. Sing, my friend! We have the answer!