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The Instrument Was an Instrument
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By Nan Forehand
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The Instrument Was an Instrument


this week our church is having a revival
so important to spiritual survival
last night we all experienced a God-thing
what a mighty blessing He did bring
our pastor encouraged impromptu selections from the hymnal
I assure you these hymns were not dismal
a young lady searched the pages moments before
after several were sung, the pastor said "just one more"
the young lady blurted out "page five ninety three"
little did she know that one is special to me
our pianist didn't know the melody - just the chord
the song was entitled "Here I am Lord"
puzzled - the organist remarked, "we'll have to do this one acappella"
just then God called a bright, young fella
the child raised his hand
a freshman in the marching band
only a lad - not yet a man
his dad leaned over and whispered "do you think you can"
the lad smiled and said "I can do it"
God was prepared - the boy had brought his trumpet
he thought - "just in case the others want to play
just maybe after the service they'll stay"
not a sound was heard as he arose to retreive his case
a look of sheer amazement was on each and every face
the pastor continued to speak until the child returned
inside - my heart quietly burned
overjoyed that he had listened to God's call
before the congregation - he stood straight and tall
God had not given him much time to rehearse
this special music and touching verse
for him - only once had this music filled the air
only last night - and his mother was there
listen to these words "I have heard you calling in the night"
this child played with all his might
he led our congregation in song
to the Lord he does belong
"Here I am, Lord - is it I, Lord"
within my heart, he touched a special chord
the young lady - my daughter, the boy - my son
I always pray "the Lord's will be done"
God used an instrument as an instrument that night
to share with the people His holy light

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Submitted: Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Last Updated: Thursday, August 17, 2006

About the Poet
I grew up in rural North Carolina, married for 38 years to my best friend and soulmate, Allen, who retired almost 17 years ago from the Air Force after 24 years of service to our beloved America. We have a daughter, Ashley ( and son-in-law, Kris) and, a son, John, and, our two beautiful grand daughters, Amelia and Haley, and Isaac, our only grandson, all blessings from God. We have four cats; Mr. Peabody, Missy, aka Middle Kitty and Tabby, aka Little Kitty, and Gracie. I've seen a lot of hard times and God has always been here for me to see me through them. I am a vessel God can use to help others in need. If I could be described in one word, it would be that I am an encourager.

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