Finding Our Instrument

Knowing we belong
not knowing our part yet
into the orchestra
feeling your calling
the Spirit deep within

Humble, waiting
looking at the choices
the stirring of the gifts within
to join their praises
our seat already assigned
though we are blind as yet

Finding our instrument
or maybe trying several
our gifts multi-layered
in the brass, the woodwinds
maybe in the percussion

Yet our place in the symphony
the one song of the believers
all of creation singing
in praises to our king
finding our place,
our instrument calling to us

Part of the one church
one body in Christ
all with a role
each one playing our instrument
singing praises to our king


June 14, 2010
Gmail status of
Isaac Kiiza Tibasima
first seen 6/13/2010
“Across the earth,
Your praises rise . . .”


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