I read this morning a Psalm that meant so much to me during my darkest days. In Psalm 30, David writes, “Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.”
Later, David proclaims to the Lord: “You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.”
That my heart may sing to you . . .
I wonder about what my own heart sings to the Lord.
A few Psalms later, I learn that David knows God is his “hiding place” who protects him from trouble. He announces, “God will surround me with songs of deliverance.” These kinds of songs must be wonderful indeed.
As I study more, I find that most of the psalms are actually deliverance songs.
This is the song. This is the song my heart will sing: Deliverance. The songs our hearts will sing to the Lord are the songs of rescue and freedom. I consider that deliverance songs–the song my heart is singing and will sing–are part of this life’s purpose.
I have been delivered. I am being delivered. I will be delivered.
This is a beautiful song.