Perfectly In Time

The man placed his hand on the woman's back, 

took her hand, 

and waited for the music to begin. 

With adoring eyes the woman 

looked up at his handsome face, 

silently counting the beats of the melody.  

1, 2, 3. 

1, 2, 3.  

The man gave a nod and 

Whirled the woman onto the dance floor.  

Their feet were perfectly in time 

With each other and as the man led.

The dance moved as smooth as glass. 

He took her hand gently

And spun her about across the floor.

They moved in unison, perfectly, gracefully

With his hand on the woman's back. 

The music moved on,

1, 2, 3.

1, 2, 3. 

Never a stop, never a hesitation,

With silent counting of the melody. 

But how can such dancing

Move with such grace?

How can the beating of music

keep tune and time?

The man is the leader, strong and firm

Leading the woman's movements.

The woman must learn to trust the guide,

Or else the dance will falter.

1, 2, 3. 

1, 2, 3.

He offers us His hand to have

He leads us with the graceful steps

And we must try to trust his plan. 

1, 2, 3. 

1, 2, 3. 

Or else the dance will falter.

"He offers us His hand to have..."

Did You Know The Stars Have Voices?

Did You Know The Stars Have Voices?

Janelle Spiers

Did you know the stars have voices?

Did you know that they whisper to each other, 

high above in the heavens?

Did you know that they know the future?

Yes, long have men looked to the firmaments for signs;

They seek to learn their fate and fortune

So that they might be prepared for good or ill. 

Yes, long have men been wrong.

The stars have lived since earth was first created.

They murmur tales of old to their young ones, 

teaching them of how the earth will spin,

teaching them the dance of the celestial.

The men of earth have often looked to the sky,

Waiting for their omens of joy or sorrow

to be hung on silver threads of light

and paraded through the darkness above. 

The astral beings do not announce the fate of one,

but all.  They twirl their trains of colored smoke

and dance the heavenly dance; 

That which ushers in the bright new beginning

of foretold fate and destiny

fate and future,

fate and fortune,

for the entirety of man. 

They announced the birth of a baby

to a loud and flashy tune

They signaled the passing of a man

with a slow and mournful waltz

Did you know the stars have voices?

Did you know they whisper while they waltz?

Did you know the stellar shadows sing the future?

Do you dare to watch them dance?

Do you dare to see them fly?

The Power of Song

What is reading and writing without music?  Music has always inspired my writing, empowered my imagination, and influenced my reading.  I think that music deserves a special place in each of our hearts, because I have never met a human being who doesn't like music of any kind.  If you are that person, I am terribly sorry for you, because there is amazing art floating around in those music notes...

One of my most inspiring artists in the music and writing realm is Andrew Peterson.  He is a man after God's own heart, clearly from his music alone.  Here are the lyrics to one of my favorite songs of his, Let Me Sing from his album Clear to Venus.  This song is talking about how we should open the gifts God has given us and use them to the fullest extent through art and beauty.  I love this song because of its potent reminder to praise God for all that he has done for us.

If this song inspires you to write your own tunes, buy the whole album, or merely jump up and down because of God's goodness, let me know. :)

Let Me Sing ~ Clear to Venus

Andrew Peterson

I wanna open up my eyes 

And see a more beautiful world

Let the hand of God Almighty

Sweep his colors through my life

I wanna hold tight to the laughter

And ride it like a child 

On the winds that billow joyful 

Through the sky

I wanna open up my heart

But you know, sometimes it's hard to find

Because I've buried it beneath the selfishness

That I've hidden behind

I wanna stand my ground unshaken

But I wanna tremble when I kneel

And let my song remain unbroken 

Through the tears

So let me sing for the love

Let me love for the lost

Let me lose all I have 

For what I found on the cross

Let me trust you with my life

Let me live to give you praise

Lord, let me praise you 

For the grace by which I'm saved

Lord, let me sing

I wanna open up Your word

And let the thirsty enter in

So they can drink deep of the water 

You have given to them

I want to run the race with vigor

I want to fight the fight with strength

And let my song rise from a whisper

To a scream

I wanna open up my arms 

And embrace that old rugged cross

I wanna take pride in the reason

And be humbled by the cause

And when this lisping, stamm'ring tongue

Lies silent in the grave 

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing your praise

I'll sing your praise

So let me sing for the love

Let me love for the lost

Let me lose all I have 

For what I found on the cross

Let me trust you with my life

Let me live to give you praise

Lord, let me praise you 

For the grace by which I'm saved

Lord, let me sing