It thrills my soul to sing the songs of praise, we mortals sing below.
They sing in heav’n a new song, of Moses and the Lamb.
I love being in large venues where thousands of voices sing that song. The “New Song”, the song unlike any other proclaiming to all of creation that God has a plan, has always had a plan, and will always accomplish his plan. The song of faith, proposing to this world and the next that our God is worthy of honor and glory. The song that lifts hearts above the perils of this world, the chaos and clutter of a world in disorder to the splendor of God’s renewed creation.
The words are composed in tattered hearts and disheveled lives by people of God whose eyes look above to where Jesus sits on the throne. Like Stephen gazing above while the stones flew through the air, today God’s people look up as hearts are broken and dreams shatter. Still the words come, I see Jesus, seated at the right hand of God.
Hurricanes may pound the coasts, children may struggle in the darkness, confusion may threaten to choke out all of the light, but God’s people lift their voices to announce that he still reigns. We may not understand all that goes on in this broken and twisted world, but we know who holds us in the hollow of his hand.
Sing the New Song, children of the king. Don’t fall for the cheap imitations of glittery foolishness or temporary fixes. God is worthy of glory and honor.
Some world leader makes a rash statement, God reigns. Some supposed friend breaks your heart, God reigns. Age threatens the way things always were, God reigns. Give him honor and glory in the worst of times, when your voice is unique and clearly heard above the din of calamity.