Ah, Holy Melody, sing me a love song in warm alto tones of compassion, a simple tune that I can learn and endlessly echo. Sing me a stirring descant of lament and let me cry (finally, really, let down and weep) over death and illness and love lost. Sing me a lullaby, a mesmerizing tenor solo to ease me into peacefulness. Sweet Holy Melody, sing me a spiritual in your best bass and rouse my heart to hold onto hope.
As soon as I wrote “sing me a love song,” the beautiful Sing Me To Heaven (Daniel Gawthrop) came to mind. There are certainly echoes of that song in my prayer.