When in our music You are glorified, and adoration leaves no room for pride, It is as though the whole creation cries Alleluia! How often, making music, we have found a new dimension in the world of sound, As worship moves us to a more profound Alleluia! Let every instrument, be tuned for praise! Let all rejoice who have a voice to raise! And may You give us faith to sing always Alleluia!
Happiness is in the quiet, ordinary things. A table, a chair, a book with a paperknife stuck between the pages. And the petal falling from the rose, and the light flickering as we sit silent.
