“The Lord commands His Mercy during the day,
and at night, His Song is with me –
A Prayer to the God of my life.”
When my grandchildren began coming into my life, my favorite time was putting them to sleep. A simple, little lullabye had woven its way into my mind, nothing I’d heard before. But it became “the lullabye” for my grandchildren. Each baby heard it, and most would almost immediately start nodding off when, cradled in my arms, I’d begin humming the song. It was an experience I treasured with each of them. Some of them still remember it.
God has His own Song that He sings over each of us. It is especially sung at night, when weariness has come, and energy has gone. The pressures of our days, the pace of our lives, the burdens we carry, the fears we try to suppress, fill our days. His Mercy is desperately needed, especially in the times in which we are currently living. So much is filling our lives … our world … our thoughts. It seems completely out of control. Frightening. Dreadful.
During these days, God’s Mercy is near, by His command. In the midst of the “terrible,” He is near, holding back the “too much to survive.” Though it may seem too much, His Mercy is near. It’s for us to grab onto. He knows. He sees. He is near.
But it’s in the night time . . . when the darkness comes, enveloping our minds and hearts . . . that He comes as a Song. His Song. A tender communication from God. There’s something special about a song, more than words alone that come into our minds and are processed through our logical brains.
He sings His Song to us in the night. Gently. Softly. I would call that a Lullabye. Simple enough to sink into the heart of a child. The words are not the most important piece. It’s the sweet, gentleness of the melody that penetrates beyond words. My “babies” could not yet even understand the “words.” They recognized my voice and the simple melody…..the familiar tune that seemed to have an almost immediate effect on their emotions.
God’s Song in the Night is meant to go to that deep place which words usually cannot touch . . . outside of our logic or knowledge. It touches our very spirit. Allowing His Song, His Voice to come into my heart, my spirit, quiets me. As I listen to His Song, it becomes a prayer, and my heart responds back to Him.
You are His child, held in His Arms, near His Heart. May you listen to His Song, bringing Peace and sweet Rest.