Strength and My Song

Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The LORD, the Lord, is my strength and my song: he has become my salvation. Isaiah 12:2

Spread plentifully throughout the Old and New Testaments are songs of praise to God. Often times those songs come at what appears to be very odd times. But God was a way of life for these people. Times were tough; life was tough. Throw in the added disadvantage of being hated for what they believe, it would have been understandable if they had fallen away. Many did.

But those who remained faithful knew the value of worship. Poetry. Loud music. Solemn pronouncements. Dancing. Kneeling. Prostrating themselves before God. Rending their garments.

There was a reverent fear of God. I’m sure the stories were passed down about what happened to people who were disobedient to God. But when it was all said and done, they worshipped. Whatever it took, they did it.

I think we can learn from them. As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, when we worship, we merely offer what we have to God, whether it’s through song or poetry or prayer or bowing silently before a Holy, Almighty God. It doesn’t even have to sound pretty or eloquent. It just needs to come from the heart.

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