I awoke this morning with the first verse of my favorite hymn playing in my head.
Come, Thou Fount of every blessingCome thou fount of every blessing, 18th century hymn by robert robinson
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount, I’m fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redeeming love
Particularly the part, “tune my heart to sing thy grace.”
Tune my heart.
My heart is prone to get go a little tinny, sound a little sharp, be a little flat. A tad out of tune with who and what grace really is.
The tuning fork, when it is hit with a rubber hammer, sets a vibration and that vibration can help set the pitch of a musical instrument.
Thank goodness, tuning takes a bit of time and is a process. And it can be done again. And again. ❤