PRESSING ON to KNOW
the LORD who Sings Over Me

“The Lord your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.”  Zephaniah 3:17 ESV

O Father God, it’s the middle of the night and sleeping peacefully evades me.  My hope for a restful night’s slumber has been challenged by the sudden flickering of the power going off and then on again multiple times. With each on and off cycle my frustration grows as my sleep continues to be interrupted.  I try to pray but my mind is too perturbed to concentrate.  Then, Your Holy Spirit sparks my memory.  One of those “aha” moments that only comes from You.  I remember the words of the song I heard earlier this evening—”In the middle of the night, I look  up to the sky, I can hear You singing over me.” This amazing truth of my Father’s great love for me pierces my heart.  You are even now singing over me, this very aggravated, irritated and unloving me. The wonder of Your love does quiet my soul.  I ponder with amazement how the Creator of the vast universe tenderly sings over His daughter, as a daddy serenades his beloved child.

Your song reminds me—

I am adopted into Your family.  (Ephesians 1:5)

I am Your workmanship, created in Christ Jesus.  (Ephesians 2:10)

I am kept eternally in the palm of Your hand.  (John 10:29)

I cannot be separated from Your love by anything.  (Rom 8:35)

Father, there others who struggle in the dark tonight.  All those suffering from the effects of the recent natural disasters—hurricanes, floods, fires, earthquakes.  No power for days, weeks, maybe months.  No home, all possessions and precious mementos lost.  Please sing over Your children in in their dark nights.  Remind them of Your presence with them.  Quiet their souls as their fears threaten to overwhelm them.  Let them hear Your voice sweetly proclaiming Your tender care and protection over them.

I also remember those who live in spiritual darkness.  Shine the light of Your love into their hardened hearts so they may hear Your voice calling them to a relationship with You.

In the name of the one who calmed the storms,

Amen.

For further prayer and meditation:

Song of My Father by Urban Rescue

“When I think of the voice of God singing, I hear the booming of Niagara Falls mingled with the trickle of a mossy mountain stream. I hear the blast of Mt. St. Helens mingled with a kitten’s purr. I hear the power of an East Coast hurricane and the barely audible puff of a night snow in the woods. And I hear the unimaginable roar of the sun 865,000 miles thick, one million three hundred thousand times bigger than the earth, and nothing but fire, 1,000,000 degrees centigrade, on the cooler surface of the corona. But I hear this unimaginable roar mingled with the tender, warm crackling of the living room logs on a cozy winter’s night.

And when I hear this singing I stand dumbfounded, staggered, speechless that he is singing over me. He is rejoicing over my good with all his heart and with all his soul (cf. Jeremiah 32:41)!”

John Piper
“Pleasure of God In the Good of His People”
Found in Piper Sermon Manuscript Library for Libronix