Oh, how I wish you could hear this song echoing through the open space in my church, when the musicians stop playing and just the voices in harmony ring out, over and over again, and then stop, lingering on the last note before it fades, leaving behind the sweetness of the words. But ponder them anyway, and imagine it.
hold on to these things
but don’t hold them so tightly
’cause what you hold so tightly
you no longer hold for Me but for you
words for your Wednesday.