The Ageless Beauty of Music

God’s Thoughts to Me

If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me, and your strength will support me (Psalm 139:9-10, NLT).

Oh, that I had wings like a dove; then I would fly away and rest! I would fly far away to the quiet of the wilderness (Psalm 55:6-7, NLT).

Wings of A Dove

King David was a songwriter/musician/poet par excellence. Even from boyhood as a shepherd, he composed the most beautiful psalms, singing of the majesty, the grandeur, the excellence and, above all, the love and compassion of His Pappa God.

The God who is not only his Pappa, but also yours and mine.

Were he to be alive in the 18th century, he would have been ranked with a Beethoven. Or, in the 17th century, a Handel who wrote “The Messiah”.

In the fraction of time I live and am familiar with, King David, the musician, would have been a favorite of mine along with a Freddy Mercury or a Neil Diamond. In my mind these two guys are incredible musicians!

But King David knew a secret about His Pappa that modern man is totally oblivious to … a secret that seems lost to so many … our total inability to capture the beauty of the Creator of everything, in, well, in about anything.

We have lost this wonder amongst the avenues of rules and programs upon another set of religious rules and programs. We have all but lost the wonder of flying away on the wings of the morning.

King David’s hymnody is filled with hyperbole, trying to capture someting bigger than what his limited mind was capable of, trying to give words to the magnificence of our Heavenly Father. But he knew that words were feeble carriers of such wonder and greatness.

I can almost feel his ardour when he wrote Psalm 139, searching for the biggest of big his mind could fathom to bring glory to his Pappa. “Even if”, shows a bit of his frustration with his human limitations.

Psalm 55:6 describes his longing, actually, his hunger, to fly away on the wings of a dove to there where he could forever just be in the Presence of the Love of his life, for he was surrounded by the storms of hatred and violence of his enemies.

So often I share that same desperate longing to just escape to the quiet of the wilderness where it is just my Pappa and me.

My heart yearns with King David’s to saddle up the wings of the morning and gallop away to the ends of the oceans trying to live in the unimaginable, intimate closeness of this Presence.

In his days the ends of the seas must have seemed like the ultimate leap into the unknown for they were still unaware then that the world is round.

Oh, the beauty of his love, for trusting his Pappa’s hand to guide him in the darkest of dark should he ever be so overwhelmed by the splendour of his King that he would try to hide.

I think he must have experienced such a deep revelation of his feebleness as a human apart from his God to entertain thoughts of hiding from our Pappa.

Our smallness against all that  He is … all the power and splendour contained in “THE GREAT I AM”, takes my breath away and at times makes me want to hide too, but I have found His right Hand lifting me up in my brokenness, enveloping me in His love.

Even though King David admitted that,”Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, to great for me to understand! (Psalm 139:6), the conclusion he comes to in this ode of admiration, is the overwhelming love of our Pappa!

He is our God who knows of all our sorrows and heartache … a Pappa that does not belittle our feeble efforts to bring Him glory … a Pappa who does not laugh at  our volatile emotions of love and admiration … a Pappa who does not consider our pain and suffering as something insignificant.

He is a Pappa who collects all your tears like precious pearls and stores them in a jar marked with your name.

King David found the joy of knowing how to revel and delight in his King’s Presence … the secret of experiencing Him … the secret of Living in His Loving Embrace.

Much love xx

Mia

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