A Song of the Redeemer

"It is good to praise the LORD and make music to your name, O Most High, proclaiming your love in the morning and your faithfulness at night, to the music of the ten-stringed lyre and the melody of the harp. For you make me glad by your deeds, LORD; I sing for joy at what your hands have done. How great are your works, LORD, how profound your thoughts!"
-Psalm 92:1-5

As my Sunday school teacher, John Hurley, read this passage of scripture, my mind could not get past the thought that I am the stringed instrument being tuned by Jesus. Like a beautiful guitar He strums the chord of mercy within my heart. This struck me because I am a guitar player and songwriter, and relating to God in this realm became very real to me.
The songwriter does not just slop words down. It is a time consuming process. Our songs and lyrics is something we feel deep inside of us, it is thought out, it has meaning to us, and is personal. So to think that God, the composer and songwriter of our lives feels the lyric of each of our lives so deeply it moves Him. That He thinks of us that much, and we are personal to Him. Isn’t it beautiful to image God composing and singing our song He has written?
He is the maestro, with every note He directs the highs, and lows, and the key signature. I have learned that every good song is unpredictable. He gives us moments of rest; sometimes the tempo is fast, other times it is slow. There are times we must repeat measures, but we always come back in a different key.
It is indeed a symphony. He ques every right note, and every right instrument. When we are in tune with God, and each other; when we are in harmony with each other as children of God, it makes a lovely sound. “When music is a prayer, a sacred melody, it is like a special love song, a perfect harmony. A heart that is filled with music, whose love for God is strong, is the heart that is full of worship and whose life becomes a song.”


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