Music’s existence is the only proof necessary to believe in God. Oh, the joys that flow out of humans' mouths. Music draws tears out of our hearts and praises out of our souls. It can transport us to past ecstasies and pains unimaginable. A little pondering is in order. Music is just wind pushed and pulled by the lungs across two pieces of meat in the throat. It is vibrations from strings, wires, and wooden slivers. No mind in the vacuum of the human skull could have invented music or its mechanizations. Add lyrics and have the Psalms, Let it Be, Amazing Grace, and Free Bird. How Great Thou Art is a fitting closing line to this blog.
This was our go-to song when Sissy had cancer. Our son Zac belonged to this church when he had his art internship in NYC.
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