Angel Song

Angel Song In the morning I hear the birds. I listen to them chirp and croon. They are the choir. The clouds come and go at times, the rain falls... The drops are the notes, hitting the earth softly... like some kind of miracle piano. I listen closely and feel the tempo of the moment. The stage is set, the trees creating a backdrop, the flowers adding scent and color. The spectators... are all who believe. The music is lilting, and alive. It comes in waves that fall over the audience in crystal clear tears... of joy. The essence of the piece, the story of Our Lord, His birth, His death, and resurrection. It never ends, but keeps on going, just like eternity. We can barely understand the audible sounds, we have little hope without Him to ever understand the words.