There is an alluring of melodies drawing one’s heart to a love greater than imagined and more than a human mind can comprehend.

 

The music is not quite the same arrangement for some as others. Perhaps one hears the shrill pitch of high notes with flutes and piccolos flamboyantly rejoicing, while others hear the low hums of the bass instruments beating in rhythm as a wilderness season is commencing.

 

Perhaps there is one who hears the harmonious cello and strings as a beautiful sonnet plays, while another hears that which causes a doubling over as the violin hits a sharp note of intense screeching warning of an approaching storm.

 

No matter the current mood of your melodies there is an undercurrent of beautiful, heavenly harps playing Heaven’s song for you. It is all written to draw you to a deep love song from the Savior Himself. For He is the great Psalmist.

 

Your songbook will be uniquely yours as the great Psalmist prepares your piece.

 

Yet, some sadly cannot hear the music…

 

Their hearts have been closed to His melodies and hardness has replaced the gentle whispers of the wind section…. but the music is still playing… ever waiting the moment to break through life’s sorrows that have built its own song of hopelessness and resentments.

 

Should you dare to give an opening the size of the smallest crack, the music will quickly seep notes of love…and hope will begin to arise as more and more of the music from the Savior is heard.

 

Life will begin to stir again and you will begin to hear a compelling orchestra piece with instruments you have perhaps never heard before. Slowly, your heart will soften as you rest in the music singing over your soul. For it comes from a place of deep and pure love. A love you’ve not known before.

 

You will wonder how you could have missed such detailed beauty and valiant crescendos of victory.

 

Then the conductor gently takes you to the side and offers your pondered question a precious answer.

 

“The notes that might seem to have burst your eardrums were sent to sow endurance, kindness, and gentleness while the low notes that almost only seemed to hum without reason kept the melody intact. Both are required to create a song. It was the strength of the Savior’s singing that kept you during your storms. It was your unique song playing. It was a piece prepared like no other.

 

You begin to weep as the conductor continues, “You see the music has always continued to play. There was always an overtone, a wavelength, a sent wailing, waiting you to hear. It was never that the music itself was dark but that in the dark the light of the music would pierce through brighter until it consumed all the sadness and grief. Until hope could again be heard in your heart and you would begin to know the Savior who was singing your song.

 

Yet never could the music be so detailed and fill such an expanse of need without the brooding winds that swirled and the lightening notes that crashed. Never could the melody reach its full poetic purpose to pierce the hearts without the thunderous, bleeding runs of pain and the sudden lengthy pause that gave a deafening and eerie dramatization to this one of a kind masterpiece.

 

There had to become an awareness of the heavenly Psalmist… the Savior. You had to know more than that He simply existed. You had to enter into the music with Him. As He began to sing over you, He gave you a glimpse of the song of sacrifice yielding a gut wrenching and deafening moment to all of Heaven as the melody created upon a cross sang of a torn veil, a darkened sky, an excruciating silence, and a blistering pain.

 

While simultaneously playing was the trumpet section and messianic shofar calling for the redemption of mankind through an orchestrated battle cry of a low drum roll that must have lasted the 3 day period of death before the brilliant score would resound at the resurrection of the heavenly Psalmist.

 

What long period of time it must have been encapsulating the absence of melodic refrains. What emptiness and loss arose when the hope of the lovely notes did cease.

 

Yet the music began again as death lost its grip and the song of sacrifice sung purely again. For the Savior was Alive!

 

As you watched such an amazing song sung, He began to replace your song with His song. You began to hear the beautiful; yet, sad pitter patter of the rain drops as they sang delicately as the chimes and seemed to never end. The longing of His heart seeped softly to be known and seen intimately.

 

You were finally hearing the music…

 

You would soon become captivated as you would watch the notes on the staff appear as a freshly written music score. Every stop, every note, every pause, ever part of harmony coming to life converging into a brilliant story of freedom.

 

And as the conductor comes to the last turn of the page you see his own tears fall at the halt of his hands. He lays down his baton and he looks up as if to seek the approving eye of the dear Psalmist.

 

He looks back at you and hands you the sheet music to which you have now understood as Heavens love song playing for you… in every page of your life. You begin to see purpose in every note and tears swell with gratefulness as you realize you now fully hear the music.

 

Yet unexpectedly you realize also a merging of heart and song as you slowly allowed more and more music to penetrate your heart. At some point in the piece became a “oneness” with the Psalmist. You felt His grief, His pain, His love, and His joy. He was now sharing His own burdens with you. What love was then heard…

 

But there is a new song now being written.

 

The Psalmist lovingly passes you the baton and you stare long at His heart’s desire…and what this might mean.

 

And you humbly bow low as you take His baton and hear His words in a gentle whisper…

 

“You will now be the conductor….helping others who cannot yet hear the music.”

 

And with that nudge you tearfully turn and hesitantly step upon the platform with now a deep awareness of why your song was sung in such a precise way. As you ponder this, your eyes fall upon a fellow sojourner now before you… you see eyes that have no glimmer and no hope. Eyes that reflect the same emptiness as your own eyes once had before you could hear the music.

Yet the Savior pours into you a beautiful symphony of sounds and chords prepared for this precious onlooker to see and hear uniquely.

You take a deep breath and your lip quivers as you look up to offer yourself as a simple conductor in the hand now of the great Psalmist…leading now the music in such a way that others too may soon hear.

 

The End