"...they held harps given them by God."

Revelation 15:2–4: And I saw what looked like a sea of glass mixed with fire and, standing beside the sea, those who had been victorious over the beast and his image and over the number of his name. They held harps given them by God and sang the song of Moses the servant of God and the song of the Lamb: "Great and marvelous are Your deeds, Lord God Almighty. Just and true are Your ways, King of the ages. Who will not fear You, O Lord, and bring glory to Your name? For You alone are holy. All nations will come and worship before You, for Your righteous acts have been revealed."

hands on a harp of grace
©10-26-09 hannah muonio

You’ve put a harp
into my hands
that i might praise You
and every string You’ve tuned
to bring You purest praise

but what of my hands?
gnarled knuckles
stiff and slow to move
boney fingers
atrophied of strength
struggle to pluck a worthy tune

Father, what of my hands?
heavy as brick
slow to lift and quick to fall
weighty downward strums
oftentimes the only way

oh, what of my hands?
windblown movements
clumsily floundering without control
often touching the strings only accidentally
catching myself by surprise

You know my hands
You made them
You know the harp
You made it, too

i look at the harp
You’ve put into my hands
a gracious instrument
beautiful melodies resound
from my imperfect clamors
praises pour from strings
at the faintest touch
full of glorifying worship
untainted by the means of their release

teach me how to praise You
yes, teach me how to play
that i may make the most
of the harp that
You have put into my hands