Music is a unique vehicle when instruments and voices respond to the rap of the Divine Conductor’s baton. Nothing can replace our soul-song. If its outlet gets clogged, the soul gets heavier and heavier. Songs in the night are sacrifices of praise. Having a new song in our mouths doesn’t mean we’re out of the pain that caused our “pit” of despair, or the pain our “pit” caused. If the pit was of our own making, it doesn’t necessarily mean that all consequences of our foolish choices are behind us. It simply means we are no longer stuck. No longer defeated. No longer caked in mud. Our vision is returning. Hints of creativity are emerging. It’s a new day. We can’t help but praise God because His fresh air is breathed into us and hope springs eternal.

 

A whole new level of praise begins to erupt from a delivered soul. Your Song, your worship delights your Maker, delivers you from doldrums and discouragement and draws others into God’s glorious presence. You may not feel like singing. You may feel like sobbing. But even troubled Job declared that His God gave to him “…songs in the night.” Job 35:10. (NIV) No matter how dark the valley you traverse, God has a melody for you.

 

“He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.” Psalm 40:2-3 (NIV)

 

We are all born with a heart-song. When we sing it, the sound may be meager and monotone or masterful and melodious. God doesn’t care. He just cares that we sing it. A virtuoso violinist may play brilliant encore performances to a cheering crowd, but God’s song in the simplest soul is more than that. When we lift our hearts in praise, we silence demons and enter the throne room of God.

 

Our brain is filled with millions of neurological pathways. Are you creating ruts or building holy highways? Singing your praises to God can change everything. He wants to hear your song.

 

Moore, Beth. Get Out of that Pit: Straight Talk about God’s Deliverance. Nashville: Thomas Nelson, 2007, pp.  182, 188, 190. Used by permission.

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