In every heart there is a prayer.
In every prayer there is a song.
This song is unique, like a special language just between you and God.
This song is a cry, a praise, and a request all at once.
This song is perfect, the core of God's beautiful creation.
This song is God's breath, which has been passed down from Adam, from the moment when the Artist of the Galaxies uttered a word of life into human lungs.
This song is heard by its Composer.
This Composer has imagined and arranged every one of these songs, to the shortest and softest.
This Composer is daily serenaded by a symphony of different melodies, each one distinct and familiar to Him.
This Composer is delighted by the sounds of his pride and glory, the echoes of his agape love which he has bestowed upon every soul.
This Composer is glad to hear the majestic swell in the music of souls as more and more songs are added to the sonata, the concerto, the chorus- blending and clashing and forming the absolute wonder that is creation.
This Composer is sad when a decrescendo appears in his score, as songs are stifled and forgotten.
This Composer longs to listen to a building dynamic; he is not satisfied with forte when his orchestra has the potential for fortissimo.
This Fortissimo that the Composer is longing for is peace.
This Fortissimo is peace among nations, a world united under its true King.
This Fortissimo is strength and confidence in grace, in salvation, in life.
This Fortissimo is a million songs that stir a million more.
This Fortissimo is generations of children more in love with the Composer, the Creator, the Savior, than anything else.
This Fortissimo is the Kingdom of the Almighty.
This Fortissimo is us.
