Coming Back To God
John Barnett
James 1:13-16
David on Psalm 51
Where have all the songs gone? The ornate halls of Jerusalem's royal palace were strangely silent these days. It seemed as if David had lost his voice. In days past sweet songs of God's power were often heard coming from the throne room of this victorious warrior. The shepherd boy become king had carried his stringed instrument, a harp or lyre, into the daily life of leading God's people. This man who was a living and talking expression of God's heart was always refreshing those he touched with his praises to the Lord.
It became refreshingly a daily treat for the myriads of aides and clerks and military attaches to hear their king rapturously sing great hymns of worship. Down the halls flowed rivers of praise to the Lord passing the conquered treasures taken from fallen kingdoms, past the storehouses overflowing with the consecrated gold and silver heaped for the future temple to God. These songs poured out of David's mouth from a heart filled with the goodness of God. Each song or Psalm sent from God to David was such a treasure from heaven.
They have been preserved for three thousand years. Pillaging armies have swept across the Middle East like hordes of locust, fires have burned for weeks behind them, blood has flowed like rivers, earthquakes have leveled cities and towns, floods and storms without number have raced down the hillsides. But God kept His songs. Not one has been lost. Most of us hold a copy of these songs in our Bibles they are called Psalms.
But no more. David fell silent. He had lost his song. No more did the daily business of the Kingdom of Israel flow to the songs of heaven. No more did the good shepherd's peace and joy touch each worker, aide and courier. It was slowly becoming a wasteland. David was quiet, pensive and moody. His face was dark, no longer aglow with joy. His words that used to seem like honey were now more like his sword at his belt - sharp, cutt ...
John Barnett
James 1:13-16
David on Psalm 51
Where have all the songs gone? The ornate halls of Jerusalem's royal palace were strangely silent these days. It seemed as if David had lost his voice. In days past sweet songs of God's power were often heard coming from the throne room of this victorious warrior. The shepherd boy become king had carried his stringed instrument, a harp or lyre, into the daily life of leading God's people. This man who was a living and talking expression of God's heart was always refreshing those he touched with his praises to the Lord.
It became refreshingly a daily treat for the myriads of aides and clerks and military attaches to hear their king rapturously sing great hymns of worship. Down the halls flowed rivers of praise to the Lord passing the conquered treasures taken from fallen kingdoms, past the storehouses overflowing with the consecrated gold and silver heaped for the future temple to God. These songs poured out of David's mouth from a heart filled with the goodness of God. Each song or Psalm sent from God to David was such a treasure from heaven.
They have been preserved for three thousand years. Pillaging armies have swept across the Middle East like hordes of locust, fires have burned for weeks behind them, blood has flowed like rivers, earthquakes have leveled cities and towns, floods and storms without number have raced down the hillsides. But God kept His songs. Not one has been lost. Most of us hold a copy of these songs in our Bibles they are called Psalms.
But no more. David fell silent. He had lost his song. No more did the daily business of the Kingdom of Israel flow to the songs of heaven. No more did the good shepherd's peace and joy touch each worker, aide and courier. It was slowly becoming a wasteland. David was quiet, pensive and moody. His face was dark, no longer aglow with joy. His words that used to seem like honey were now more like his sword at his belt - sharp, cutt ...
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