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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When you arrive at Gibeah of God, where the garrison of the Philistines is located, you will meet a band of prophets coming down from the place of worship. They will be playing a harp, a tambourine, a flute, and a lyre, and they will be prophesying. 1 Samuel 10:5 David, together with the commanders of the army, set apart some of the sons of Asaph, Heman and Jeduthun for the ministry of prophesying, accompanied by harps, lyres and cymbals. 1 Chronicles 25:1 But now bring me a harpist.” While the harpist was playing, the hand of the LORD came on Elisha. 2 Kings 3:15 BRING ME A HARPIST To quiet the soul, worship the King. He resides on heaven’s throne. He’s far above the earthzone. Can you hear the plink of lyre and harp, the filigree waft of the flute, feel the lissome shake of the tambourine, as they quicken your heart past the pearly gates? A calm and quiet place, peace beyond all understanding, as the fires break out and war overwhelms mortal inhabitants…the peaceful stir of Christ’s sleeve and hem of adoration. Angels arrive on location, drawn to the praise of imperfect steps, their staircase unseen but the melodic notes lift their knees, their feet as if men too had angel’s wings. Praise cannot see the visible, every eye closed, the scent of Eden better than any royal rose-laden path. God’s camp comes with sweet music on fingers, lips, against the thigh, in the oxygenated air — shuts the mouth of lions, freezes frenetic fire, parts the seas. The hand of the Lord arrives as the music comes alive and mankind opens his mouth and prophecies. Almighty calm curtails the dragon’s tail. Zephyr of minted-praise tamps its breath. *Hallelujah! Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Hallelujah!* 2/15/2022 *to* from Psalm 150
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