Pastor Mark Buchanan tells the following story based on a science program from the Canadian Broadcasting Company called Quirks and Quarks.

[The host] was interviewing Dr. Kathleen Wermke, director of the Center for Pre-Speech Development and Developmental Disorders at the University of Wurzburg in Germany. She was flush with a new discovery. She'd recently published results from a research project comparing the cries of newborns in Germany with those of newborns in France. The research involved extensive and precise recordings in maternity wards of infants, still swaddled, mewling and wailing. Dr. Wermke digitally graphed the pitch and cadence of those cries, and then painstakingly compared, baby for baby, those cries along ethnic lines.

What they discovered stunned them: babies cry with an accent. In France, babies consistently inflect from a low to a high pitch. It's a wah-ayyy! In Germany, it's the opposite, high to low. It's an ayyy! wah. The revolutionary element in this discovery is that the intonation pattern exactly mimics the "melody" of the mother—or, more precisely, the patterns of speech characteristic of the mother's national language …. The womb-bound baby hears this, and copies it at birth.

A baby eavesdrops on its mother for nine months. It puts its ear to the rail of her bones and listens to the train of her sorrow and gladness coming for miles. The child emerges from its mother's insides with her voice ringing in its ears, her music echoing in its own bones …. [As a result, the baby's] first instinct is to sing its mother's song.

This got me wondering …. What song do we overhear from heaven that we try to sing on earth? We may sing it poorly, squalling and squawking, but we sing it instinctually. It's in our bones. So what's the music of heaven? What's the voice of the Father that every human's heard, at least in muffled form, and every human can copy, at least in mangled form?

Love.

Love is the music of heaven. When we love, no matter how awkwardly, we hum an anthem sung perfectly, all day, every day, in heaven.