I don’t know about you, but I can’t sing – well I can, but most would not call it that. Problem is, when it comes to singing to Jesus, I can’t do it quietly. I have to raise my voice and my hands.
I’ve always been fascinated by King David – who sang and danced. I can’t dance either. I don’t even try. But when I sing to Jesus I have to sway and move to the rhythm. Truth be told, I think God knits us all together with a desire to lift our voices and show our joy – but we squelch it.
In these dark days we find ourselves in – worldwide – we might think singing frivolous, might wonder what there is to sing about. “O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek You; my soul thirsts for You, in a dry and weary land where there is no water.” (Psalm 63:1 NIV)
At the time David wrote Psalm 63 he was in the desert of Judah. Right now, there are a lot of ‘desert wanderers’ around us – maybe we even find ourselves in that dry place. Thirsty, seemingly no refreshment, weary sets in.
Oh, this is why it is so necessary for us to know this Savior. A Messiah who knows weariness, who went to the desert, who declared someday no more deserts for my beloved. Then David remembers the truth He knows about God: “Because Your love is better than life, my lips will glorify You. I will praise You as long as I live, and in Your Name I will lift up my hands.” (Psalm 63:3-4 NIV)
The world has made music for its own ears – glorifying self, putting down others, spewing hate, or making sex the focus. What a mixed message we are giving young ears. Melodic or pulsating messages that, at best, lead us and our children to think the world is all about what makes us happy, or at worst promotes base or hostile behavior. Wow, is there nothing mankind doesn’t turn to darkness?
Here’s something we can learn from David, the man after God’s own heart: let our singing be for the glory of God and the pouring out of our struggles to Him, acknowledging He is our source of rescue, strength, healing – and yes, of joy, hope, life.
Singing is a language between our soul and God. Do you remember a picture that circulated a few years back of a momma bird on a limb with wings unfurled just enough to shelter two baby birds? Creation shouts to us to see God’s messages to our hearts. And David puts it into words for us: “Because You are my help, I sing in the shadow of Your wings. I stay close to You; Your right hand upholds me.” (Psalm 63:7-8 NIV) This then is how we sing in the brokenness.