Some days feel like a “Hallelujah Chorus”. Maybe not with full orchestra and choir. But at times…alone in a quiet moment, we are touched by the loving hand of GOD…and our hearts sing. With words we long-ago learned…or even some of our own creating. Cherish those moments. They’re like food for the soul. They lift us, as if we’ve been given eagle’s wings.
Then there are dark and cloudy days. Outside…and in our tired souls. Days when our inner springs seem to have run dry. Days when even the thought of singing seems so out of place. Dry times when our LORD longs to give us a new and lifting song.
There is something about singing that opens our souls to the resources of heaven. Psalms of praise…and psalms of deep distress…were sung to the LORD. Before leaving his last supper with his disciples and heading to his betrayal in the garden of Gethsemane…Jesus sang a hymn with his disciples. (Matthew 26:30) In a prison cell, with their feet fastened in stocks, Paul and Silas “sang hymns to GOD” (Acts. 16:25) As they sang a violent earthquake shook the prison’s foundations, the prison doors flew open and everyone’s chains came loose. Singing liberates!
Prayer – O LORD, in times of sunshine and even more in shadow times, teach me to sing with thanksgiving. Amen
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