Then Sings My Soul
Yesterday I was walking down the street. The air was tremulous, as if awaiting the rain shower that would soon come.
Then I heard a sound . . .
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed. . .
I saw him, sitting on a stoop, leaning against the brown-stone building. Hat skewed on his head, guitar in hand, and eyes bright.
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee . . .
His voice was resounding, yet low and smooth. I caught his eye.
How great Thou art, How great Thou art. . .
I smiled.
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee. . .
His eyes smiled back at me.
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
I passed. Drops of rain softly drifted from clouds in the sky and landed on the pavement.
Then sings my soul!
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This was first posted on May 26, 2006. It was from an experience I had on my commute to work. I decided to join Kelly in some reposting from the archives fun! If you want to join in, please do!
God provided a fountain of light for you on your way to work and in that fellow’s light, you saw the light of the Father. Loved your post and your verse on header is one of my favorites. Thanks for sharing this. Dianne
what a moment… I love this. It sounds so much like something I would have written. What beautiful timing…
Thanks for linking up!
Perfect!
God knew what you needed to hear, and let the man sing what He needed to say!
This was my grandfather’s favorite hymn. He died almost 20 years ago, but I can still hear him singing it in my memory… he would sing it so loudly and boldly in church that all of the other children sitting around us would stare at him in curiosity.
I think I said this the last time you posted this. Such a great moment. My grandmother’s favorite hymn. It was sung at her funeral.