See
the tips of the banner moving like the hands of a great orchestra leader,
Directing the wind here, then there, up and over, then down and still.
"Throw your might this way!" "Cast your weight here!"
“Blow
your breath where I point my arms, for my sign is ready to be read by all.”
And
as The Maestro directs,
The
faithful play out his cause,
And
the flag waves on.
The
crest of the waves move together in obedience to the arms of the director.
As
clashing cymbals, their paths meet in perfect unison.
Wave
after wave rolls in, then, the cymbals.
“Bring
up the volume”, is the director’s call.
All
our waiting for his nod.
Then,
the cymbals.
And
as The Maestro directs,
The
faithful play out his cause,
And
the waves clash on.
God
has orchestrated all things.
He
is The Director.
Every
note to be played out is known to Him.
He
stands before us, His arms raised ready.
But
where are we?
The
wind moves at His direction,
The
seas roll at His call,
But
where are His favored, where are we?
Do
not be found sleeping in the orchestra of God,
Do
not miss His cue.
God
is The Director, The Maestro,
And
He makes our calling clear.
Stay
alert.
Keep
your eyes on The Maestro, watch and listen for His call.
He
will bring us together in perfect harmony.
Are
you prepared?
Are
you ready?
The
Maestro has entered and called to us, His arms are raised for our direction.
R
E A
D Y ……..
And as The Maestro directs,
His
faithful play out to His purpose,
And
His Saints go on.
