Nothing to Say

As far as connection to corporate worship at my church goes, this week would have been a week beyond compare to write about lyrics to traditional hymns. Each week, we sing a minimum of two songs, and it's rare for more than two of those two be older than about 1980. But this week, we have a full slate of songs your grandmother probably sang (depending on her denomination). 

 Many of these are very moving to me, and are songs I have wanted to include on this blog. "Praise to the Lord, the Almighty," for instance, has been a favorite since at least junior high school. It is one of the hymns of the month in our homeschool, and I remember thinking last fall when it came back in the rotation that the lyrics to that one song could provide enough fodder for reflection for several entries. 

 There is such great writing in so many of these songs, and great writing speaks for itself. What could I possibly add? And thus I will just repeat lines from one that was not part of my own heritage and thus has become new to me since I've been at this church: 

"Who like me Thy Praise should sing, 
O Almighty King? 
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord! God of hosts on high adored, 
Holy, Holy, Holy!" 

And they were calling to one another: “Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty; the whole earth is full of his glory.” 4 At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke. 5 “Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty.” Isaiah 6:3 

Each of the four living creatures had six wings and was covered with eyes all around, even under its wings. Day and night they never stop saying: “‘Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty,’ who was, and is, and is to come.” Revelation 4:8