the great Conductor.

with the wave of His hand, trumpets sound, timpanis rumble and voices rise in song. He directs each part of His orchestra with seamless perfection. even if the violins do not know what the tubas are doing, they play in flawless harmony because of the One who instructs them. when He wants to create an original work, He has everything at His disposal. those that listen closely to the Maestro can become a small piece of this work. at the time, it may seem they are playing solo. the echo of their single instrument into the darkness is sad, depressing, lonely. "i wanted to be a part of the great, original work. why has my Master left me to play breathlessly alone?" but in an instant, His wonder rises in front of the greatest gathering of instruments. and those who are willing are moved to play their own song once again. this time, it blends with an overwhelming ensemble of other instruments to create something they never thought possible - a masterpiece created by the one, true Conductor. it is one of His many masterpieces. there are too many to count. and He has not finished. the grand finale is yet to come.