When we read through the Old Testament, we find the people of God in regular intervals of captivity and freedom. Famine and blessing. Slavery and promise.
Whenever the Israelites would be led into exile one of the first things that would happen is they would lose their song. Their song was their blood line. Their song was their own soundtrack of the acts of God passed down to future generations. Their song was the truest expression of who they were.
That’s why every time we read of them in captivity, God brings a promise of deliverance that is connected to the idea of them singing again. The Psalms talk about a new song being put in their mouths. Where there once was mourning, there will be shouts of praise.
Every time they were led into freedom, they had to relearn who they were and how to live. They had to pick up their instruments and find their song again.
In a similar way, we go through seasons where we lose our song.
Sometimes the song is taken from us.
Sometimes the song is muted in the struggle.
Sometimes we sit back and let others do the singing.
Regardless of how it happened, we have to remember the Father’s intention is always to restore our hearts to a place of singing again. And while I believe literal singing is part of our restoration, we should know that our “song” is much more.
When we come alive in Christ and learn to live out of the truest expression of who we were created to be, there is unmistakable sound that goes out. It’s heard by more than us. It’s heard by God and heard by the enemy of our souls.
I love this little passage in the book of Isaiah.
Isaiah 30:29–33 (MSG)
“But you will sing, sing through an all-night holy feast! Your hearts will burst with song, make music like the sound of flutes on parade, En route to the mountain of God, on the way to the Rock of Israel. God will sound out in grandiose thunder, display his hammering arm, Furiously angry, showering sparks— cloudburst, storm, hail! Oh yes, at God’s thunder Assyria will cower under the clubbing. Every blow God lands on them with his club is in time to the music of drums and pipes, God in all-out, two-fisted battle, fighting against them.”
God’s plan is to give us our song back. And when we get it back, this passage says that God will club the enemy to the timing of our music. That sounds intense and slightly over the top, but I love the idea that when a new song comes alive in our hearts, God actually fights for us to the rhythm of that song.
So what if that means that
Every song you sing,
Every stroke of the brush
Every release of the shutter
Every click on your keyboard
Every movement of your pen
Every beat of the drum
Every strum of the guitar
Every step in the dance
Every scene of the film
Every nail hammered
Every meal prepared
Every sermon preached
is a crushing blow to the enemy of your soul.
That’s freaking awesome.
It’s time to get your song back.