In the midst of Zephaniah’s vision of absolute devastation, You speak of a remnant: “the meek and humble.” They will “trust in the name of the Lord.” And You will gather them, honor them, restore their fortunes, take great delight in them and rejoice over them with singing.
Father, thank You for inventing music!
Thank You for melodies I have learned, and words that give voice to my praise! So when David says, “I will praise You, Lord, with all my heart… I will sing Your praise” – I can join with him and praise You!
I know songs that praise Your name, Your power, Your attributes. I sing to You at the top of my lungs, with my hands held up, facing the sun, or the mountains, or looking up to the sky.
I drive around with praise music playing loudly and sing along. I can sit at the piano and sing with my eyes closed, to the music so many have written to help me glorify You.
Or I can quietly bow my head or fall to the floor and sing, barely audibly – but knowing You can hear me.
Your love and Your faithfulness are praiseworthy. Your faithfulness to me alone gives me reason to sing and praise You. And when there is no song that expresses my thanks, I just listen, and You teach me a new one!
As great and exalted as You are, You are still willing to come to the aid of Your people. When I call, You have answered. Many times You have come and rescued me. You see me wherever I am, and are right there beside me.
You have defeated my foes, encouraged me and made me bold enough to act when I was too fearful. I love David’s words: “though I walk in the midst of trouble, You preserve my life.”
I have faith, and I trust, that Your plan is the absolute best for my life. And that You can make that happen. I know that You will never, ever leave me. I praise You for Your steadfastness, Your faithfulness to who You are, and Your faithfulness to me and my loved ones! Many thanks. Amen