Music is the language of the soul. In the fullest of joy one can only open their mouth and sing at the top of their lungs, and in the deepest of sorrow one finds comfort in bittersweet strains that echo the tears of the heart.
Music is divine.
God weaved music into the very frame of the heart. A beautiful melody tugs at our core, a single song triggers a flood of precious memories. Music heals and revives broken and thirsty souls. On the other hand, a symptom of a dead soul is immunity to the power of music.
With music we praise kings, and with music we ride into battle.
With music a mother tenderly rocks her child, and with music we lay our dead to rest.
With music God speaks, and with music we bow to Him and worship.
At the top of your lungs.