Facing the music...

And they dance to the beat of their own drums. Those who have left the orchestra implore, "dance dance. No one can mimic your beat." So quickly they forget that every rhythm has been played, for there is nothing new under the sun. They seek solace in others validation of their rhythms. They grow frustrated as they attempt to make new what is older than their souls. But His orchestra plays a composition that is being made new day by day, for he is over the sun and not bound by its limits. Every crescendo builds and falls at his will. The players are playing by faith and not by sight, relying on his guidance for every note. Never is there a time when a player does not look away or attempt his own solo, but the conductor graciously leads him back to participate in something larger than himself.