...yes, i crave praise like that...
...and that's when I heard it. Not an audible voice, but this whisper that said. You can't play the guitar. Oh,
you can fake it, and you've figured out some of the tricks to play the right chords and such with some fancy palm muting and whatnot...but you really can't play the guitar. You don't know any kind of music theory or anything and if, IF a jam session were to erupt and you were called on to play from within...you'd be without.
And as quickly as my guitar skills were humbled, so was my faith...and you better not let your faith become that either. If you think an ability to play the 'right chords' to make the 'right sound' is music to My ears...then you don't know my song very well.
- Do I have your heart?
I sat quiet. humbled. ashamed....
- Well, do I? Do I have your heart?
Oh, how I want You to! Lord, I want you to take my heart!
- That's not how this goes. I'm not taking it. You know that. Do I have your heart?
Lord Jesus, yes, please! Take it, take it, take it...
- Would you let it go? Do you trust me? Do you trust me to teach you how to play my song?
Oh, to play the song of the Most High. That the life and breath of God would flow through me as melody and harmony in perfect sync drawing all hearts to Him. Do we do what we have to do to look like we think we should...or does He have our heart?
Here's my heart. Make it yours.