I looked at the sheet music of this after the service was done and I read some of the lyrics. Most of them were not profound enough for me to remember except this one line:
“Tune my heart to sing thy grace”
I think that’s beautiful. When you tune an instrument, you alter it, you shape it and mold it to be something better. Something that can produce wonderful things. And isn’t that what we all wish to happen to us in the end? To have our souls and characters altered for the better? And sometimes the only thing that can really inspire change in yourself is someone else. Sometimes they are inept and clumsy and they make you even worse than you were before. But sometimes it’s the right someone, and they tune your heart just right. So it sings the right notes. The notes that make you happy. And perhaps that is what’s happening to me at this very moment—the parts of me that are off-key and discordant are being smoothed in the crescendo of a new beginning.
You are tuning my heart, Sara. Perhaps some day I can sing your grace as well as you sing mine.
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