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Allelu
by Jan Ackerson Almost from the day he was born, my little Jesus' face has at times taken on a look of intense, calm concentration. Even as an infant, he would often still the flailing of his tiny arms and legs and gaze about, quietly, from his cradle. I always wondered at such times: what are you thinking, precious one? And now he is two years old, and he delights me every day with a new word, a fresh utterance in his childish lisp. I never tire of watching him; he sits and plays with the little Noah's ark that Joseph has carved for him, babbling his version of animal noises and occasionally chastising a wayward bear or lion. This morning, I was preparing bread for the day and listening to Jesus as he prattled with his wooden animals. When he suddenly fell silent, I looked to the corner where he played, and saw that he had that same look again: quiet, serene, with a hint of a smile. He padded over to me on chubby feet and tugged on my garment, looking earnestly into my eyes. "Music, mama," he said. "Music." I stopped kneading the dough and listened, thinking perhaps that a traveling musician was at our gate, playing his lyre in hopes of receiving a bite of fish or a silver coin. I heard nothing but the ever-present locusts, whose raucous complaints could hardly be called music. "Mama!" Jesus held up his arms, and who could resist such an invitation? I lifted him to my hip and kissed his dark curls. One kiss was enough--he squirmed to get down and toddled to the window with a grin. "Music, mama!" There are many things that I do not understand about my little boy, and with every passing day, I feel him slipping out of my arms and into his Father's world. What music do you hear, my son, that is hidden from my ears? Creator, You dwell with us now, And so we proclaim with one voice Each creature and each blade of grass, Each rock and each riverRejoice! Allelu, bless Your name, allelu, Creation is singing for You. O hear now the animals' choir: Vicuna, raccoon, chimpanzee We offer our song to the King: Great elephant, tiniest flea. Allelu, bless Your name, allelu, Creation is singing for You. We sing, too. (You only can hear). The cedars and lilies, the wheat, Bamboo, passionflower, and palm: Hosannas we lay at Your feet. Allelu, bless Your name, allelu, Creation is singing for You. A wee grain of sand, and this stone, This boulder, this mountain, this star Our melody will not be stilled, We glory in all that You are. Allelu, bless Your name, allelu, Creation is singing for You. Come, waters of earth, raise your song: Murmuring brook, rushing waterfall, too, Lake, river and pond, mighty sea, All join in the grand "Allelu!" Allelu, bless Your name, allelu, Creation is singing for You. Jan is a Christian who has traveled through sorrow and depression, and has found victory and grace. She dedicates all writings to her Heavenly Father. Check out Jan's website at www.1hundred-words.com Copywrite Jan Ackerson--2006 Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |