I bow my head in silent prayer, worshipping God and thanking Him
for being my King, my Lord. I told Him of all my fears and
shared every secret thought, every wish with Him. My eyes still
closed, I listened to the beautiful music that was being
masterfully played by our organist. I felt calm and serene. This
is the one place where you can forget about all your troubles
and just enjoy being in the presence of God, sing His praises
and listen to the church choir. The service started and I took
in every word that was given to us. After the sermon our
minister asked the church choir to sing, and I waited in
anticipation, expecting the full choir to treat us on one of
those beautiful old hymns my grandmother used to sing.Then,
like a summer breeze, a tenor voice so sweet, so soft, yet
strong filled the church. I recognized that voice. I heard it so
many times before, but on this Sunday morning it sounded
different. Sweeter, with more volume, more feeling. That angelic
voice rose, floating through the air, hovering above the silence
lingering there. Shivers ran down my spine. Emotions unlike I
have ever experienced, filled my being, and tears welled up in
my eyes. The words escaped my ears, my mind, and all I could
hear was that powerful, rich, yet tender voice. I turned around
and stole a look at the owner of the voice. There he was, a
tall, distinguished gentleman, a few gray hair softening the
lines on his face. The ease with which he portrayed the song,
reflecting on his face. I knew that every note and every word
was flowing from within the depths of his soul, to reach out and
touch each and every listeners heart. Captivating, rapturous,
soothing. Like a murmuring stream of clear water, calming,
healing. Like a summer breeze, warm and fresh. If it were
possible to feel that voice, it would be like touching the
petals of a deep dark red velvety rose. If I could taste that
voice, it would be like savoring a bite of soft chocolate-mint
cheesecake in my mouth. I was transported to a magical place
surrounded by willows gently swaying in the wind, flowers all
around me, sweet smelling, intoxicating. A place where I could
revel in the wonder of all that is beautiful and perfect. This
man has a God-given talent and he is sharing it with us. Using
his incredible voice to bring a message to anyone who cares to
listen.
The hymn sadly came to an end and I found myself being
disappointed. I wanted to hear more, but all good things must
come to an end. One consolation there will be another time,
another hymn, another opportunity to listen to that beautiful
voice. I walked home, spiritually fulfilled, ready and prepared
for anything bad that would come my way. And all because I had
the honor of being in the presence of God, and listened to a
hymn sung by a man with a voice of velvet, who captured my soul,
brought tears to my eyes, and granted me a few pleasurable,
magical, musical moments of peace and tranquility. An
unforgettable day, an unforgettable voice.
Butterfly.
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