Matthew 6:2

2 Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.

What sounds are these we hear in the streets and in the gatherings of those in our land,
Who are calling for money and making sure all know how much they give in their hand.
The trumpet is blown when the chaff is sown by those who want people to think,
They have done a great work by the amount they give, not realizing they are raising a stink.

There are many who know them and can see underneath, that this is all done for a show.
The trumpet blower blows, and the giver bows low, accepting men’s praise as he goes.
The hungry still hunger, and the homeless still shiver as the alms are placed in the box.
The watchers they snicker, they know it is quicker for them to beg than to ask.

But in contrast to this, there comes the small sound of a door closing to a man’s secret closet.
What’s happening in there as the man kneels in prayer, is God is drawing near to His servant.
He opens his heart to the God he knows personally and appeals in the name of the Lord.
Then God answers him with more blessings to him, than were asked for while he knelt on the floor.

Then comes sounds of two voices, as they make some choices, they will live with for the rest of their lives.
One forgives the other for he is his brother, the problem that separated them – gone as he truly forgives.
Another quiet sound as one washes his face, he has not eaten any food for awhile.
He doesn’t pretend to be thought good by men, his longing is for God’s personal smile.

The sound of the worker as he bends to his job, is not just to get rich here on earth.
He knows where the value of service is real; it is treasure in heaven has true worth.
So don’t think the noise of the trumpet so loud, is what really counts in the end.
The small sounds that count are the ones that God hears as His ear towards earth He does bend.

“There are so many noises Father, that are made in the name of God, that sometimes we forget what is real. May my closet door not squeak or my floorboards creak. May my sounds be of reality that only You hear. Amen.”

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