Has your soul ever been so deeply moved by a piece of music, that you are left speechless for many minutes?
Below are the words to “When Jesus Was A Little Child”. The music is by Peter Tchaikovsky. It was performed by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir on a Christmas album. I heard it years ago on cassette tape, and played it so many times, I wore out the tape.
When Jesus was a little child,
He made a garden in the wild.
There grew a rose bush ‘neath his care,
Yielding a garland for his hair.
It blossomed full upon a day,
When graceless children passed that way.
They tore the rose bush from its bed,
Stripped all its leaves and blossoms red.
“Whence wilt thou mold thy garland fair?”
Their taunting voices smote the air.
“Leave but for me the naked thorns,”
The Christ replied, yet without scorn.
Then of the thorns all sharp and bare,
They bound a garland o’er his hair.
See where as red as roses grow,
Great drops of blood bedew his brow,
bedew his brow.
The imagery in this song is powerful. It is full of symbolism. I use this as an example to make my point. Words can be things which make. Words can make things which last. When we read them, new energy flows into the words as our mind absorbs them, and they become part of us. The words can provide warmth and a quickening of the inner man. Words can also unmake things which are made. Words can destroy.