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I use to hear. I use to sing. I use to listen to the sounds of clock’s ticking, bird’s chirping, flies buzzing, but most of all of notes playing. Then it happened…I lost my link to sound. I went into a world of near silence. I thought it would be serene, that the silence would become my friend. I went further into the silence, but there were shadows of sound that still followed me. They began to haunt me in the dreams of my nights. There were clashing noises in my memory that I could not ignore. They were like songs of broken dreams. Instruments played inside my head whose tones were as deaf as my own. They screeched in the drum of my ears that heard nothing. Music had been my friend once; the notes, the staff, the stanzas, the crescendos, the bass cleft, and the voice. I grieved my loss and longed for the day a new song would come from within me.
My voice will return. No, not return, but be glorified. My ears, my voice, my understanding of tones and symphonic messages will join with myriads to proclaim praise for my King. I will be caught up and changed in a moment. To be caught up or to be risen with Christ would bring the same music back into my life, the same sounds would sing perfected. The voice of God will echo first in the hollow of these ears and there will be no regrets.
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