Full of Song

Full of Song, May 1
Author: Charles H. Spurgeon From the book: Faith's Checkbook

"The mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands" - Isaiah 55:12

When sin is pardoned, our greatest sorrow is ended, and our truest pleasure begins. Such is the joy which the LORD bestows upon His reconciled ones, that it overflows and fills all nature with delight. The material world has latent music in it, and a renewed heart knows how to bring it out and make it vocal. Creation is the organ, and a gracious man finds out its keys, lays his hand thereon, and wakes the whole system of the universe to the harmony of praise. Mountains and hills, and other great objects, are, as it were, the bass of the chorus; while the trees of the wood, and all things that have life, take up the air of the melodious song.

When God's Word is made to prosper among us and souls are saved, then everything seems full of song. When we hear the confessions of young believers and the testimonies of well-instructed saints, we are made so happy that we must praise the LORD, and then it seems as if rocks and hills and woods and fields echo our joy-notes and turn the world into an orchestra. LORD, on this happy May Day, lead me out into thy tuneful world as rich in praise as a lark in full song.

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This holds so much truth. If you know me at all, you know music is a big part of my life, as not only do I love to listen to it and study it, but I also love to sing. Its one of the talents I know that is surely from the Lord Himself. I find that the most wonderful time to sing is when I'm singing praises and thanks to our Lord God. Thanking Him for the work He is doing in me and knowing He is faithful to complete it. Singing and praising Him for the promises He has made us and knowing that He will ALWAYS fulfill them. Most of all, singing with a broken and contrite heart and spirit, knowing that Jesus Christ, was sacrificed, died the sinner's death, was bruised and beaten and bore the FULL WRATH of God the Father, and thanking Him for taking that spot for me, as we, Christ's elect, will never know that pain and sorrow and fear. Praise God! A song that is on my heart right now is from the book of Psalm, chapter 139. Here are the lyrics:

You search me, you know me.
You see my every move.
There's nothing I could ever do
to hide myself from you.
You know my thoughts my fears and hurts
my weakness and pride
You know what I am going through
and how I feel inside

But even though you know
You will always love me
Even though You know
You'll never let me go.
I don't deserve your love
but You give it freely
You will always love me
Even though you know.

I hope these lyrics were as big of a blessing to you as they have been to me. Much love to you all. Agape.