Yesterday I played the piano for our worship service. Each Sunday, before the service begins, I sit at the piano and look out over the pews and the people who are there. I remember those who are missing. Some from illness. Some have gone home. Some may be on vacation or spending the winter in warmer climes. Yesterday the family seemed smaller than normal and it made me sad.
We began the service singing:
“We worship and adore You,
Bowing down before You –
Songs of praises singing
When I play the piano I don’t sing out loud. However, I sing the words in my head and in my heart. I watch the song leader for the song tempo, but I also listen to the voices of the congregation. I hear certain peoples’ voices standing out above the others.
But as we began the second time through the song, it seemed that the voices merged into one great voice. Individual voices seemed to be swallowed up and the singing became fuller. My heart was overwhelmed as I listened. Did more people come inside? Voices grew louder with each hallelujah. I felt the praise of our Heavenly Father filling the sanctuary.
I enjoyed the moment when our little congregation sang with our hearts and with the angels.