Bodies offered as a living sacrifice,
to be holy and pleasing to God,
conforming no longer to the ways of the world,
changed by the renewing of our minds;
able to test and to prove God's will -
what is good and pleasing and perfect -
moment-by-moment submission to Him;
we do it - and as we do it, it is worship.

The Maestro lightly taps his wand
and the orchestra takes its position.
He lifts his wand; the orders go forth
and a symphony of worship begins.
The submitted sounds of living sacrifices
arise to blend in a spiritual concerto.
Different instruments combine to form a beautiful song,
written and conducted by the One Great Maestro.

God's will for one is to speak the word
and I can hear a spiritual trumpet.
As another is called to intercede,
I hear the sound of a mighty drumbeat.
A mother cries out for her wayward son
and the oboe mournfully plays,
while another lays hands upon the sick
to a violin's soft, sweet refrain.
The heavenly sound of a beautiful harp
flows forth as one bows at His feet,
and to the joyful sound of a lilting flute,
one prays freedom and a captive's set free.

The music builds and the sound grows louder,
and the symphony intensifies
as hundreds of instruments become millions;
living sacrifices - multiplied.
And as the music reaches a crescendo
a trumpet blast will pierce through the air -
the instrumental end to this concert of worship;
but an eternal symphony awaits us up there.

--Cheri Henderson

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