I close my eyes as I play this piece, a cry of help to my King.
From the bottom of my soul to the tips of my fingers, from my fingers to the keys, from this instrument to heaven, hear my offering, be pleased.
I don’t have the words to say how grateful I am for grace, for love, for forgiveness.
I don’t know how to phrase my never ending requests for strength, for rest, for redemption.
Listen. Please listen, to the songs of my heart. They’re for you, only for you.
Answer. Please answer, the songs of my heart. They call for you, only for you.