The Battle in the Radio

Sweet sounds of worship music playing in my head.

Up the hill I go.

Slowly, static buzzes. Louder, louder.

Wordless, angry notes start to battle through the static.

At the top of the hill, they begin to take over.

All worship is drowned out. 

Angry static boasts too soon.

Down the hill I go. 

Pieces of praise try to sound through.

Sudden. Loud. Victorious. I hear His Name praised.

The anger and the static die a silent death.

Even in the radio, He reigns.