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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Melody (08/24/06)

TITLE: Cacophony of beauty
By Helen Paynter
08/25/06


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They sing the God-song in a hostile land. Listen to their voices.

Chao is singing the God-song; his timbre harsh and brazen. The bruising to his voice box may settle. It may not. Relentlessly he continues; songs of a God who loves the wicked. The melody rises to heaven, eddying around the Throne.

Jumoke is singing the God-song; the music cracked and parched. The fire stole her family and tore at her face. Her persecutors laughed to witness her agony. She spills her anguish in her song; a declaration of the God who saves. The melody spirals to heaven and perfumes the Throne room.

Faisal is singing the God-song lustily through silent lips. The huddled congregation, assembled in stealth, is hymning with whispers the King of kings. The melody ascends to heaven, fragrant incense before the Throne.

And the One who sits on the Throne delights with weeping in the God-song that they sing. From Beijing, Lagos, Riyadh, it rises in beauty and fervency.

The enemy has tried to suppress the song. He has beaten, burned and banned it. Crushed, it bursts out in new places and novel expressions. Stifled, it leaps up with renewed vigour. Threatened with cold ire, it rises with passion.

It cannot be stopped. It was sung by God himself.



How can we sing the songs of the LORD while in a foreign land? Psalm 137 v 4

Speak to one another with psalms, hymns and spiritual songs. Sing and make music in your heart to the Lord. Ephesians 5 v 19

…the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each one had a harp and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints. Revelation 5 v 8

Quotations taken from the New International Version


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Cynthia Green08/31/06
Wonderful!
Suzanne R09/01/06
What an incredible amount of content in such a small space. Beautiful. I read Psalm 134 just this morning and immediately thought of it as I read your opening line. It brought it to life for me.

I love your title too.
Beth Muehlhausen09/01/06
Condesned, articulate, powerful. This line took my breath away: "It cannot be stopped. It was sung by God himself."
Annie Glasel09/01/06
Succint and sobering!
Bonnie Derksen09/01/06
Beautiful. I love the whole thought of the God-song. It gives me goose-bumps. Well written. Thank you.
Sue Dent09/03/06
Your word choices are always so amazing as is your writing! Even rushed you can turn out something amazing!!! Your word choices even shine through in your title!
Donna Emery09/03/06
this reminds me of the News Boys' Song "He reigns". This is so well written and I can almost hear it as the choir in heaven.
Ann Grover09/05/06
Excellent.

Our God-songs go unsung... while we bicker over trivialities....
Venice Kichura09/05/06
Very inspiring! I loved this!
Debbie Sickler09/05/06
"The melody spirals to heaven and perfumes the Throne room." I loved the clear picture this line created in my mind's eye. Can you imagine what all of our praises look like, spiraling around His throne, like the scented smoke of incense? Amazing.
Jan Ackerson 09/05/06
You wrote this in half an hour? Wowsers! It's incredible.
Princess Carroll Ayo Durodola09/05/06
I do believe you are a literary writer. We're not used to this in America any more. Now, how did you know a Yoruba name like Jumoke. Quite appropriate because we give it to the longed for child, and it suggests we are going to spoil this one.
Joanne Sher 09/05/06
I wish I could write like this in half an hour before leaving on holiday! Helen, this is absolutely stunning and tactile. What beautiful melodies come from YOU!
Shari Armstrong 09/05/06
Short and sweet - God loves to hear us sing -
Jan Ross09/06/06
Incredible seems to be the right word! Wow! :)
Sherry Wendling09/09/06
Gorgeous piece, Helen! Yes, it's our lives that comprise His SONG, the echoed melody first sung by Creator. What an intoxicating outpouring of words to express His longing for the "broken and spilled out," like the pure nard in the alabaster jar! Love it, love it, love it.