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Gift of a Song



"I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with my own heart: and my spirit made diligent search." - Psalm 77:6



Dear Friends,

I have been reflecting on the the many songs over the years that have touched my soul.  As I type I am listening to Donald Vail and the  Choraleers - "He Decided to Die."  

"He would not come down from the cross to save Himself.  He decided to die just to save me."

The song tells the story of how people came from miles around to see Jesus as he hung on the cross. They taunted him.  They said to him if you are really who you say you are come down and save yourself.  We know from the biblical account that Jesus did not respond to the ridicule.  He kept His Word.  He had a mission to fulfill.   I listen to the soloist reminding her audience that if Jesus had left the cross our souls would still be lost.  She repeats this thought and goes up and octave just in case the listeners missed it the first time.

Songs, there are many that instruct us in the night season.  There are Psalms put to music:  "The Lord is my light and my salvation whom shall I fear."  There are the hymns set to music such as Down at the Cross.  "Alas and did my Savior bleed and did my Sovereign die. Would he devote that sacred head for such a worm as I."  There are the gospel chart breakers that prompt us to "Imagine"  what it will be like when we are in the presence of the Lord in Heaven.

God has given each of us a song, a melody.  There is a little tune that the Holy Spirit calls to remembrance to instruct and inspire, sometimes even in the night.  Meditation on these melodies is sweet.  It is a time of sweet communion between you and the Lord.

"Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord;" - Ephesians 5:19
  • Praise God from whom all blessings flow
  • Praise Him creatures here below
  • Praise Him above ye heavenly host
  • Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost
in Christ,

Sis. Stephanie

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