Joyful Noise

A Joyful Noise

Hark what angels hear;
A voice, raised in song,
Peals of praise to Him.
Perfect beings above listen
Pausing in their perfect song
To hear the earthly heart
Lift her voice to heaven.

They marvel at her gift,
For their own song may be
Flawless before His throne,
Hers is infinitely more precious
As hers is sung by choice.

She has the choice to remain
Silent in her earthly cares
Silent in her fears and clouds
Silent ever before her God.

Yet her heart cannot lie still,
Beating fast, assists her voice,
As her song joins a chorus;
One voice, two, and then more.
Angels above shed tears
For the love of men who choose
To worship their Creator and
Create a perfect gift for Him.

3/15/06