Music to My Ears

It’s music to my ears
When three or more gather and God does appear
When I hear my Lord proclaim, friend “Do not fear”

The preludes, the sonnets, the sound of the strings
The sonorous tones the church musician brings

The emotions, the pain, inspired art, heart
I sense this in worship as the prelude starts

The gifted preacher, the sermon, the blessing
The relief of all heinous sin’s confessing

The choirs, the anthems, the music, the prayers
The sweet smell of worship wafting in the air

The scriptures being read, the wine and the bread
The dead is not dead and my Savior who bled

Worshippers sing, bell choirs ring, offerers bring
Safe harbor beneath, His almighty white wing

Absolution granted, psalms that are chanted
Knowing the root of Jesse has been planted

Fellowship and friends, making humble amends
Worship blends, God ascends, beginning to end

All these precious things that I tend to hold dear
Knowing my Lord and my Savior are so near
Yes Lord, may this be the music to my ear.