THE EVER PRESENT SONG
Psa. 96:1 ¶ Oh, sing to the LORD a new song!
Sing to the LORD, all the earth.
The whole creation vibrates with the sounds of God’s praise. You feel His joy in the chattering laughter of the monkeys, His love in the calling of the cardinal for his mate, His mighty power in the trumpet blast of the elephant, and His authority in the roar of the mighty lion. All of His creation is singing His song, really, the only missing voice is the silence of fallen man. I say silence because his deafness has blocked him from the sounds of worship, his heart is filled with other loves, his mouth is singing a strange song of foreign gods. The beauty of redemption is captured by the opening of the ears of our heart to hear the sounds of worship. Once our ears are opened, His praise is everywhere. The trees are singing as the wind sweeps through its branches, the ocean is singing as its waves pound steadily on the shore, even the mountains and the hills seem to be alive and bursting into song.
Is. 55:12 “For you shall go out with joy,
And be led out with peace;
The mountains and the hills
Shall break forth into singing before you,
And all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.”
Even the rivers seem to be joining in with God’s happy song.
Psa. 98:8 “Let the rivers clap their hands;
Let the hills be joyful together before the LORD,”
Charles Spurgeon spoke about how redemption births this happy song in our hearts. Check out his thoughts.
“The Lord always deserves to be praised for what he is in himself, for his works of creation and providence, for his goodness towards his creatures, and especially for the transcendent act of redemption, and all the marvelous blessing flowing therefrom. It is always beneficial to praise the Lord; it cheers the day and brightens the night; it lightens toil and softens sorrow; and over earthly gladness it sheds a sanctifying radiance which makes it less liable to blind us with its glare. Have we not something to sing about at this moment? Can we not weave a song out of our present joys, or our past deliverances, or our future hopes? Earth yields her summer fruits: the hay is housed, the golden grain invites the sickle, and the sun tarrying long to shine upon a fruitful earth, shortens the interval of shade that we may lengthen the hours of devout worship. By the love of Jesus, let us be stirred up to close (or start) the day with a psalm of sanctified gladness.”
If you are just starting your day stop and listen for a few moments. Turn everything off, put down your phone, turn off the television and computer and just listen. You may be surprised at the power and the clarity of His song. The song is all around you and as you listen it will break out inside of you.