Even Stones Will Sing

'You must not speak,' he says.

So I bit my lips,

and I listened instead.

I listened to the quick rustling of the leaves. to the slow whirring of a motorbike. to the random chirping of a bird. to other deliberate refrains from other birds. then the leaves again- drummed by my friend, the wind. at that point i would believe it if the sun stooped down to join in- some sizzling sounds with its heat perhaps?

A grand morning orchestra.

I walked to my room, turned on the CD player, and I secretly laughed.

"I tell you," He replied,"if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out."- Luke 19:40

Many Are The Wonders To Sing

"He put a new song in my mouth,

a hymn of praise to our God.

Many will see and fear the LORD

and put their trust in him.

Blessed is the one

who trusts in the LORD,

who does not look to the proud,

to those who turn aside to false gods.

Many, LORD my God,

are the wonders you have done,

the things you planned for us.

None can compare with you;

were I to speak and tell of your deeds,

they would be too many to declare.

Sacrifice and offering you did not desire—

but my ears you have opened—

burnt offerings and sin offerings you did not require.

Then I said, “Here I am, I have come—

it is written about me in the scroll.

I desire to do your will, my God;

your law is within my heart."

-Psalm 40:3-8