I have been thinking a lot lately about a great theological concept…a singing Saviour.
Zephaniah 3:17
For the Lord your God has arrived to live among you. He is a mighty Saviour. He will rejoice over you with great gladness; with his love, he will calm all your fears. He will exult over you by singing a happy song.
I love the thought of God and Jesus singing little happy ditties about me. We sing songs of praise about and to Him, but how often do we stop to think that perhaps He is singing about ME! What are the words He would use to sing “a happy song?” My mind is conjouring up an image of our Christ on a swing set, pumping his legs and straining to reach to the highest heavens, singing His heart out in a happy song.

This last weekend was Thanksgiving and our girls worked for hours on a “present” for us. It was a very happy song about all the things they were thankful for…food, family, God… all beautifully choreographed and sung in “harmony”. It was crazy-sweet worship. A truly happy song to their Creator God.
I came across the following song this week and it ministered to my heart.
Voice Of Truth
Oh what I would do to have
The kind of faith it takes to climb out of this boat I’m in
Onto the crashing waves
To step out of my comfort zone
To the realm of the unknown where Jesus is
And He’s holding out his hand
But the waves are calling out my name and they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times I’ve tried before and failed
The waves they keep on telling me
Time and time again. ‘Boy, you’ll never win!’
“You’ll never win”
But the voice of truth tells me a different story
And the voice of truth says “Do not be afraid!”
And the voice of truth says “This is for My glory”
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth
Oh what I would do to have
The kind of strength it takes to stand before a giant
With just a Sling and a stone
Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors
Shaking in their armor
Wishing they’d have had the strength to stand
But the giant’s calling out my name and he laughs at me
Reminding me of all the times I’ve tried before and failed
The giant keeps on telling me
Time and time again “boy, you’ll never win!
“You’ll never win”
But the stone was just the right size
To put the giant on the ground
And the waves they don’t seem so high
From on top of them looking down
I will soar with the wings of eagles
When I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus
Singing over me.
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth