The Most Beautiful Song Part 2

 Let's talk about music for a moment. There is something about music that touches the souls of men in a way nothing else can.   

Have you ever watched a movie with the volume muted? Try it. Action scenes lose their edge, scary scenes lose their horror, intimate scenes lose their love. Music is a key that unlocks emotion, and vise versa. Music can change the way we feel, and we express our feelings through music, from the deepest longing to the lightest fun.

It seems to me that music is the language of the soul. Music and singing are mentioned many times in the scriptures. The Lord Himself said "My soul delighteth in the song the the heart." For me, music unlocks emotion. It lets me share with others feelings that I can't express any other way. 

I don't write my own music. I don't know how. But through the music of others, I can feel what they are feeling and show what I am feeling.  

 One of the first posts I wrote on this blog was about "the most beautiful song". I listed a few, including some of my favorite hymns and primary songs.  I have a few more to add to the list that were shown to me by a couple friends over the last few months.


He Looked Up by Michael McLean

Come As You Are by Nathan Pacheco

I Heard The Bells on Christmas Day performed by Casting Crowns. My friend asked me what I wanted for Christmas last year, and I replied "Peace on Earth?" She sent me this song.

Oh Lord My Redeemer by Jeff Goodrich. These are the lyrics:

"And the Roman soldiers laughed
When they saw their pris'ner stumble
He did not revile them back.
And wondering, I asked,
"Who was this man so humble?"

And a woman at my side
Choked on her reply.
Though she struggled not to weep,
The tears poured down her cheek,
Her heart breaking as she cried:
 
"Oh Lord, my Redeemer,
Thou has done so much for me!
Oh Lord, my Redeemer.
All my love I give to Thee!"
 
And the crowd went pushing on.
I felt compelled to follow.
I knew that they were wrong
How they mocked Him all along.
Suddenly my heart felt hollow.
 
For they nailed Him to a tree
On a hill called Calvary.
While I stood there filled with wonder,
The heavens roared with thunder,
And again I heard this plea:
 
"Oh Lord, my Redeemer,
Thou has done so much for me!
Oh Lord, my Redeemer.
All my love I give to Thee!"
 
I could not forget His face
As I wandered from that place.
With the questions ever burning.
I put myself to learning.
And each answer came with grace.
 
And I knelt in earnest prayer.
His memory still there
And the more that I'd inquire.
The hotter burned the fire.
I found joy beyond compare.
 
And the day turned into three.
Morning found me in a garden
Where the gentle April breeze
Returned me to my knees,
Pleading for a pardon.
 
And I can't say when or why
I opened up my eyes
But his feet were there before me,
His hands were open o'er me,
And His face I recognized.
 
"Oh Lord, my Redeemer,
Thou has done so much for me!
Oh Lord, my Redeemer.
All my love I give to Thee!"



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