Once my life was totally controlled my musical self. I breathed music and I played music. I wrote music and I lived music. When I met Jesus, I found that He was more than worthy of every song. He and His Word gave more things to write about and play about than I could do in a lifetime. And, if He ever wanted to take my songs away, that was fine, because his Word was more beautiful, and worthy to stand alone. Recently, I wrote a song from Revelation 22 for a memorial service. I struggled a little with melody, rhyme, meter, etc., and when I actually did the song, the musical aspect of it was pretty vanilla. The text in itself was captivating. I could have done a rap to it, or read it as poetry, and I think it may have been able to have the same effect. I find that some of my most beautiful melodies, when connected to words that have no vital meaning in God¹s eyes, do not carry weight or longevity. They refuse to bless. But that day, two men cried because the song was so beautiful. And I know why. The text was God's truth, and in that is the power to move a man's heart. Each rebel soul will face whatever music it chooses. I pray that God¹s Word is in that music so that the rebel will face now what we know in truth what he will face then.