warriors for Christ

Voices. 

Hundreds of voices. 

Lifted up in one song, and all praising the name of one God. 

Somehow, even though some of us can't sing very well,

It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard. 

That amazingly, God blends

Imperfect voice

With imperfect voice

With my imperfect voice

To create the euphonious sound

Of believers in earnest worship.

I can't quite explain how exhilarating and humbling it is

To be one with all the voices.

To be singing at the top of your lungs

Yet not be able to hear yourself

Or any individual, for that matter.

It's beautiful because nobody stands out

No one is the star;

We are only making His name known,

Our God is the center of it all.

As the music from the practically invisible musicians

Moves my body

My hands lift in the air in thanks

And the words on the screen,

The only brightly lit thing in the room

Move my mind

My thoughts are drawn to Christ

Who died for me

But it is the Spirit

That moves my heart

And I not only belt out the words

Even louder

But I mean them so much more.

And suddenly

The music drops out

We are left only with our voices

And His Presence

And the chapel rings with words

That excite me and give me goose bumps

Together, the redeemed cry out:

"And as He stands

in victory

Sin's curse has lost

its grip on me,

For I am His

and He is mine

Bought with the precious

blood of Christ."

And as I sing to my Savior,

Closing my eyes,

I can't help but think

About the one day

When we will gather around the throne

And that this is just the tiniest

Glimpse

Of heaven.

(lyrics: In Christ Alone by Stuart Townend)