It is glossy and black. Beautiful to even the most untrained eye. The smooth white keys stand out like a smile. From its small black keys to its elegant brass pedals it is a thing of beauty.
Within this instrument lies the potential to create heavenly melodies or horrid dissonance. As my fingers touch the keys I know that whatever sounds will emerge will do so because of me. The potential is there but only my fingers can make it realized.
The weight of responsibility presses down on me. One wrong note can spoil the whole piece of music. I have but to slip, misjudge, or misread and the perfection I have worked so hard to attain will crumble. Even as I begin to play I realize the futility. I cannot play indefinitely without error. I have no hope of capturing this heavenly melody. I will fail.
So what then? When the finger slips, when the eye misreads; what then? The note has been played. It cannot be recalled. The melody now lacks perfection. But there is still beauty to be salvaged.
This is where the teacher comes in. He pulls up a chair, leans over my shoulder and gently, ever so gently, points out the error. He is humble yet He teaches with absolute authority. He knows the song. He has played it, and unlike anyone else, He played the perfect tune.
As He leans over my shoulder I realize that though my fingers donít know all the keys, His do. Even when I stray from the rhythm he maintains the beat. When my heavenly tune becomes little more than a string of dissonant chords He is still there. He places His fingers over mine and plays the melody of love over my mistakes.
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Marvellous, Lysette! This article is superb! If you write this well at only 17, imagine how you will be writing when you are 71!! (17 reversed). The example you gave from this piano lesson holds a great truth for us. Your way of presenting the story holdd the reader from start to finish. Just keep on writing. God will lead you in the path He wants you to go. You are so very young; yet you have a heart that is eager to follow the leading God has for you.... I have put you on my tracking list.... Helen
I love the picture here. My life song is written by HIM, but it is my responsiblity to live out the melody. What a hopeless effort that would be without Christ living in me!!! Thank you for this beautiful piece. I will never see my piano the same way again!
One very petty critique would be to try to watch out for small grammatical and spelling errors, such as making sure if you capitalize God's name, i.e. "Him" or "His," that you do it all throughout. From what I've been told after my own errors, picky readers get distracted by details like this as well as misspelled words (lacks instead of lakes)....
Again, I am moved by your message. Thank you for sharing it with this music lover....