Prayers for Musicians at Worship
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"Almighty God, give us grace to remember that we are in
Thy Holy Presence, that we may serve Thee with reverence and Godly fear,
Through Jesus Christ our Lord," Amen.
"Pardon. O Lord, we beseech Thee, all the imperfections
of our prayers and praises, and bless this Holy Service to our souls, for
the sake of Jesus Christ, our Saviour," Amen.
"Bless, O Lord, we Thy servants who minister in Thy temple,
Grant us that what we sing with our lips we may believe in our hearts,
and what we believe in our hearts we may shew forth in our lives,
Through Jesus Christ our Lord," Amen.
"O God, whom saints and angels delight to worship in heaven:
be with us, we pray Thee, as we seek to perfect the praises of Thy children
on earth; and grant us even now such glimpses of thy beauty, that we may
be made worthy to behold it unveiled forevermore."
"Glorious God, source of joy and righteousness, enable
us as redeemed and forgiven children evermore to rejoice in singing your
praises. Grant that what we sing with our lips we may believe in
our hearts, and what we believe in our hearts we may practice in our lives,
through Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen."
"Let Me Sing"
Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in his mommy's tummy. He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor. Would a C-section be required?
Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition. With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Nashville, Tennessee.
The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst. Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.
Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let
him see his sister. I want to sing to her, he kept saying. Week two
in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was
over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never
allowed in Intensive Care.
Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not. If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket. The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now. No children are allowed." The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister" she stated. Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray.
Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulse rate
began to calm down and become steady. "Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged
Karen with tears in her eyes. "You never know, dear, how much I love you,
please don't take my sunshine away."
As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart." "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms". Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her. "Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away..." The next, day...the very next day ...the little girl was well enough to go home.
Woman's Day Magazine called it The Miracle of a Brother's
Song. The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle
of God's love.
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