When all you can do is sing your prayers and pray your psalms until nothing is left but the sound of your fingers sliding across the neck of your guitar….
And, you know that no recording can truly capture the depth of this moment, but it’s ok, because this?
This is the song that angels sing.
Honest and pure. Unaffected. Filled to the brim with the truth of the soul.
So, your heart slides across strings and frets as your fingers follow. All the while, knowing that this moment in time will never be duplicated or remembered or charted….
But, it’s ok.
Because this is the song the angels sing, and it is not meant for this world.
It is meant for this heart.
How this heart can sing!