If you are going to sing, why not sing a great song? When you consider life a song, can you not make your song a great one? Can you not make it a beautiful song of life you sing and savor? Whatever song you sing, it will be heard all around the world and return to land beside you again and again. Your song already vibrates everywhere. This may be hard to imagine, but this is how it is.
You can blame the song the world sings on the chorus of voices that, randomly and unknowingly, sing along with yours, yet still, your voice can be heard above the throng. All you have to do is to sing a higher note. Raise the voice of your life high enough, and pretty soon the chorus will be hearing you no matter how faintly, and they will follow your tune. High notes magnetize.
Have you not been singing an old song, as if there were no new music to make and no new songs to sing? What is the timbre of the song you sing? What are its lyrics? Have you been listening?
You are teletyping a message to the world. This is worth paying attention to. If you have been singing a dirge of woe, now teletype a song of glory. Open your heart, sing a song of well-being, and it will reverberate to and from the mountain tops. You will truly herald a new age of song. The mountain tops will be glad. I will be glad. You will be glad. Everyone will be glad.
What song do you sing, and what song do you want to?
Tunes are irresistible. They play over and over again in your mind. Press the song you want in the jukebox of your mind. This is within your power. Beautiful music is within your grasp. Rather, it is within your heart right now. It is yours and it is you. Press now.
That you read My words is an indication that you resonate with the song I sing. Pull one of My notes out of your heart now, and sing it. Perhaps first to yourself, and then louder so that all may hear and be blessed by the sound of your voice. Sing to yourself a song of praise. No matter how quietly you sing it, it will be heard. You will lift hearts. In a faraway land, someone will lift up his head, thinking perhaps he heard something charming in the distance and he will turn his head, hoping to hear more. And then there will be a new spring in his step, all because of a song you sang from a corner of yourself.
You could not be reading My words now unless, no matter how faintly, you remember My Voice. You have heard it more than once. Naturally, I never stopped singing My song of adulation for you, and you have heard echoes of it. As, when in years past, someone put his ear to the ground and could hear a train coming, now bend your ear to Heaven and hear My song as it courses to you.
Even if no one knew they heard My song, it would have reached Earth. I sing My song to all, animate and inanimate. I sing My song from the High Heavens and from the mines of Earth. There is nowhere where I do not sing My song. And nowhere where I don't sing it for you.