Home Group. A Symphony. Starting weak and growing strong. The ensemble enters. The living room. Children play, yet watching the parade. Taking seats in their designated places. To play, in harmony. A perfect tune.
The Conductor, prayed in. He is here. He instructs. He is truth.
Trusting Him, we start. Each plays his/her part. Not a solo, but a predestined tune.
No music. Just divine inspiration. Revelation as our Father gives instruction. Compassion, mercy, grace abounds. The first one rises. We hear their sound.
A strong leader, a trumpet that declares the Lord. He enters, front and center. The crowd roars.
Another, more gentle, the violin. Starts playing, slowly, His silhouette.
The base. Deep, thunderous, wise. Rises with sunder, joining the others.
One by one, instruments added. Flute. Drum. Cymbals. Piano.
Their voices unique, their opinions vast. The music clear as they stay on task. With one accord. Harmonious cords. Glorious Lord, they declare in sound. All around. People safe on couches, they play their sound.
Alone, sad. A duet…sweet. But as one united, He gets all praise.
Power. Majesty. Victory Reigns. We declare His name in our living room. Bonds break, fear flees. Healing rises. Our faith, alive, His fire fuels each other. Like a body, many parts, now together as one.
Door closes. People go home.
Still joined.
Confident in the song, He has given us. The sound, of fellow musicians. Sweat to His ears, the tears of His Saints. The breakthrough of days. The praises of men carried in more than one, but many.
A symphony.
The gathering of friends.
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