If
I can sing with a voice like angels
but
have not love,
I
may as well sing in the wrong key.
And
although I may have the gift of perfect pitch
and
the ability to harmonize in many parts;
Even
if I can write a song,
if
I do not have love,
my
music may as well be dissonant and noisy.
Love
is patient
even
when someone else keeps making mistakes that make you look bad.
Love
is kind
when
someone forgets the words to a song in front of the whole congregation.
Love
is not jealous
when
someone else is asked to sing a solo you wanted.
Love
is not proud
when
you are the one chosen for a solo.
Love
does not make fun of those who do not sing on pitch, admits when you were the
one who sang the wrong note, does not take pleasure when someone is asked to
make their joyful noise from the congregation instead of the choir loft, and
rejoices even if the person asked is you.
Love
bears up when you are asked to sing a supporting part that is boring in order
to allow the melody to shine; believes you are singing your part for a reason;
hopes for better parts in other songs; and is willing to wait for God’s timing.
Cramped,
hot or cold choir lofts,
Lost
music,
Lousy
practices,
And
wrinkled choir robes
Will
pass away
But
love will last forever.
Since
I don’t fully understand the Great Chorale of life
I
can only tell you something about the part I sing or play in it.
But
someday the Great Conductor will come
and
I will be able to see His Conductor’s score
and
understand why I had the part I did.
When
I was younger I was only concerned about getting the notes right.
Now
I realize that articulation, diction, dynamics and heart attitude are important
too.
Now
I wonder why I am in this congregation, in this choir, at this point in time,
When
I see Jesus, I will see that because I was willing to be where He placed me,
I
harmonized with His melody to help make His song beautiful.
In
the meantime, I’ve learned these three things:
Faith,
hope, and love,
but
the greatest of these is love.
Shirley Lewis 6/6/2012
adapted from the Bible
& 'a band member's paraphrase'
by Sharon Varner