Isn’t it very strange how some songs written by complete strangers who lead completely different lives can nevertheless speak whatever you and I are unable to put into words? How then can music fashioned by another sense become so one’s own whether one’s sings it, or simply listens to it. When the Lord fashions a song in and through the heart of one person, the Lord inevitably placed that song not only through its fashioner but 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 spirits are home to God’s song. We may be ravaged by the merciless trespass of disease, made febrile by abiding pain, sheered and weakened by endless treatment. But even then, even then, the Lord rests 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 on ourselves, and on others. But even then, even then, the Lord rests 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.