Children love to sing. At times you hear them in bathtubs and backseats, closets and corners, stairs and swings singing with with all of grace and gusto, When we see them, we anticipate joyful noise as their tiny chests fill with air. Like birds on a perch in the morn, they are ready to bring beauty to air.
Songs that capture their hearts they learn well, Every word holds the attention of their mind and mouth so they articulate with pride. No matter how shy the child’s spirit, when they hold a song close in their heart they eventually long to sing it to their Mother or Father.”Daddy, let me sing to you” they say. God created them this way.
This Sunday, Pastor did not preach because we had a special guest. But, during worship, he taught much of worship. He talked about getting before our “Daddy” (God the Father) and praising him. He spoke of praising Him everywhere, in car, in kitchen, in work ,in field. Song upon song was played as he led our souls into the audience of this great “Daddy”. It was a beautiful picture to see the church filled with true “children of God” singing to Daddy. Indeed, It is by Daddy’s design and, our inheritance from Him ,that our souls can dance before Him.
Though it be ever so natural for a child of the Daddy to sing, it was bought with a very great price . Children in old earthly tents often forget the price and can no longer sing. Our speaker, a young man set free into this inheritance of song, reminded us of the price God paid in His son, Jesus. As he recounted youth wasted apart from “Daddy”, year upon year forgetting the price, mute without song, the church remembered “we were all dead in trespasses and sins in which we once walked” (Ephesians 2:1). We waited in anticipation to hear “BUT GOD. .” When the time was right, the young man from jail and possibly facing prison declared in tears “nothing matters but Jesus”. This is the heart of a worshiping child of the Daddy. A heart softened , “circumcised” to sing from old earthly tent and ready to perfectly sing in heaven. Oh how many of us has He , the perfecter of our faith, made sing!! “But God rich in mercy. .. (Ephesians 2 ) makes a worshiper out of an enemy.
Worshipers like folks in the church ,like me, like the the young man and like a woman named Charitie, who wrote the song we sang on Sunday. Charitie Lee Cheney (1841-1869) wrote a poem called “The Advocate” . It was later developed into a hymn named ” Before the Throne of God Above.” What makes this song most unusual is that it was written with each stanza pointing to a declared promise in the Word. Promises only made available to us by our “Advocate” Jesus. A child of God cannot help but rejoice in singing this song. It is the testimony of every believer: slave, prisoner, homeless or free. Here we sing to Daddy what He first sang to us.
Before the throne of God above , I have a strong and perfect plea (Heb. 4:15-16) A Great High Priest whose Name is Love (Heb 4:14) Who ever lives and pleads for me (Heb 7:25) My name is graven on His hands, (Isa 49:16), My name is written on His heart. I know that while in Heaven He stands no tongue can bid me thence depart. (Rom 8:34). When satan temts me to despair (Luke 22:31-32) And tells me of the guilt within, Upward I look and see Him there (Acts 7:55-56) Who made an end of all my sin (Col 2:13-14) Because the sinless Savior died, My sinful soul is counted free. For God the just is satisfied to look on Him and pardon me(Rom 3:24-26). Behold Him there the risen Lamb (Rev 5:6) , My perfect spotless righteousness, (1Cor 1:30; 1 Peter1:18-19) the great unchangeable I AM , (Heb 13:8, John 8:58) The King of glory and of grace, One with Himself I cannot die. My soul is purchased by His blood, (Acts 20:28). My life is hid with Christ on high, (Col 3:3) With Christ my Savior and my God! (Tit 2:13)