Maybe the song you’re writing is for one specific heartbroken soul who won’t be born for another four hundred years. Maybe you won’t meet him or her until the New Creation, and they’ll thank you for opening yourself to public scrutiny, for striving to arrange the words just so, for learning about what makes for a good melody or tight phrasing. By God’s grace, those little differences may be the bursts of wind that carry the song across the sea of time.
