His Dwelling Place

(from Songs of Healing)

Isn’t very strange how some songs written by complete strangers who lived completely different lives can nevertheless speak whatever you and I are unable put into words? How then can music fashioned by other person become so one’s own whether to the one’s sings it, or simply to the one who listens to it. Most of us have our own favorite song, and when we ask reasons why is it our favorite, simply we are being affected of the lyrics, melodies or even the singer. However if we try to look, it does not belong to those who wrote it, but to those who might need it. Imagine those songs, like someone is talking to us, fashioning words into our hearts.. silently. When the Lord fashioned a song in and through the heart of one person, the Lord inevitably placed that song not only through its fashioner but also in and through all who care enough to sing it and to listen to it.

We are God’s dwelling place. Our persons, our bodies, our spirit are home to God’s songs. We may be ravaged by the merciless trespass of disease made febrile by abiding pain sheered and weaken by endless treatment but even then... even then, the Lord rest and finds comfort in us, His dwelling place. We may be hardened by failed relationships shrunk down and shriveled up by wrong choices made ugly by pain we inflict ourselves, and on others. But even then... even then, the Lord rest and finds comfort in us, His dwelling place. And that gives us comfort, you have the Lord within you, and when you sing or listen to a beautiful song that speaks about you, it is the Lord. It is the Lord who finds His home in you. It is the Lord who sings His song to you to make it your own. And how lovely indeed is this dwelling place of His.