The Instrument of Prayer

Prayer is the instrument we play for a listening God.

Can’t you just imagine God sitting at the edge of His seat, tuned in, ready for the concert to begin?

He tells us to call on Him. Play for Him.

Can’t you just imagine little God, waving His hand, sitting up straighter so we can see His hand reaching high and then higher. “Call on me! Pick me! Pray to me!”

He just wants us to choose Him. To say, “You, God, this prayer is for You!”

And then He sits still and smiles as He listens. Our prayers are music to His ears.

He is patient. Our prayers do not flow like a concerto, nor are they fluid like a symphony, nor rhythmic like a march. They are halting and unsure, like a child’s first piano piece.

But they are music to His ears. The melody is His. He has taught it to us.

We supply lyrics, dynamics, pacing and interpretation. With our hearts we play the notes. And they float to His very seat in the balcony.

And rest upon Him.

“When they call upon me, I will answer them.”

And there was glory, the 7th day.

There was Glory.


About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on October 18, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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