“The Lost Chord”

Once in a while do you find yourself longing for something wonderful? You cannot find words to express it. But once in a while, when you are still, when you cease and all is quiet, deep inside you feel lonesome for a wonderful you cannot identify.

 

Hidden in our souls we know, whether we vocalize it or not, we were created for eternity. That wonderful we cannot explain is our longing for heaven. In heaven there is a harmony we will never find on earth. That harmony is God, three in one. His peace is eternal harmony. His love is right, just and unending. He wraps His arms of love around us creating wonder and perfect unity. It’s heaven. Wonderful forever.

May the “Lost Chord” provide you a foretaste of what is to come. It is what we long for when we are still.

“The Lost Chord”  Adelaide Anne Proctor (1825-1864

Seated one day at the organ,

I was weary and ill at ease,

And my fingers wandered idly

Over the noisy keys.

 

I do not know what I was playing,

Or what I was dreaming then;

But I struck one chord of music,

Like the sound of a great Amen.

 

It flooded the crimson twilight,

Like the close of an angel’s psalm,

And it lay on my fevered spirit

With a touch of infinite calm.

 

It quieted pain and sorrow,

Like love overcoming strife;

It seemed the harmonious echo

From our discordant life.

 

It linked all perplexed meanings

Into one perfect peace,

And it trembled away into silence

As if it were loath to cease.

 

I have sought but I seek it vainly,

That one lost chord divine,

Which came from the soul of the organ,

And entered into mine.

 

It may be that death’s bright angel

Will speak in that chord again-

It may be that only in heaven.

I shall hear that Grand Amen.