The breeze cooled me and the quiet was so still that I could hear my soul sing then too. I think of climbing House Mountain in East Tennessee, scrambling over boulders and pulling myself up on saplings and over fallen trees so that I could step onto a rocky outcrop and see the view of the valley below. Verse two focuses in on the tangible creation-the sounds of birds and beautiful mountain views. I think about lying in a canoe at night in the Boundary Waters of Northern Minnesota, staring at a sky so full of stars that it’s nearly as bright as the dawn. It sees the power and bigness and majesty of God’s creation expanding beyond our sight, bigger than our comprehension. Verse one looks at the cosmos, the whole universe. But each verse of this hymn paints a picture of those things that might make a soul sing. Maybe we’ve never put words to the experience of the soaring, lifting, and filling of the soul-to the passion and joy that sometimes wells up in us- or maybe we can’t put words to it. My guess is that each of us knows what it means even if it is not the phrase we’ve used. That’s the refrain of “How Great Thou Art”- “Then sings my soul…” We say that good news is music to our ears and the sound of bacon frying is sweet music too. We sing the national anthem at sporting events. We sing in the car when a favorite tune comes on. Does your soul ever sing? That phrase sounds a bit odd.
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