How Can I Not Sing?
Published by Deborah Negron M.A.
I will sing of thy steadfast love, O Lord , for ever; with my mouth I will proclaim thy faithfulness to all generations. For thy steadfast love was established for ever, thy faithfulness is firm as the heavens. Thou hast said, “I have made a covenant with my chosen one, I have sworn to David my servant: ‘I will establish your descendants for ever, and build your throne for all generations.’ ” Selah Let the heavens praise thy wonders, O Lord , thy faithfulness in the assembly of the holy ones! For who in the skies can be compared to the Lord ? Who among the heavenly beings is like the Lord , a God feared in the council of the holy ones, great and terrible above all that are round about him? O Lord God of hosts, who is mighty as thou art, O Lord , with thy faithfulness round about thee? Thou dost rule the raging of the sea; when its waves rise, thou stillest them. Psalms 89:1-9
And when he got into the boat, his disciples followed him. And behold, there arose a great storm on the sea, so that the boat was being swamped by the waves; but he was asleep. And they went and woke him, saying, “Save us, Lord; we are perishing.” And he said to them, “Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?” Then he rose and rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was a great calm. And the men marveled, saying, “What sort of man is this, that even winds and sea obey him?”
On that day, when evening had come, he said to them, “Let us go across to the other side.” And leaving the crowd, they took him with them in the boat, just as he was. And other boats were with him. And a great windstorm arose, and the waves were breaking into the boat, so that the boat was already filling. But he was in the stern, asleep on the cushion. And they woke him and said to him, “Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?” And he awoke and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, “Peace! Be still!” And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. He said to them, “Why are you so afraid? Have you still no faith?” Mark 4:35-40
I sit and consider who you are. The psalmist said, “that he would sing of your steadfast love forever.’
How can I not do the same.
Time and time again I have seen you turn my weeping in to dancing.
Even when I have utterly failed and fallen, I have seen you come in and calm the raging storms in my life.
Yet when I look again, I have come to realize, it was you who led me to the storm in the first place. You allowed me to fall because you have given me the choice to decide.
You have let me fall, in order that I could see you with more clarity. You are the Lifter of my head. You have allowed my waywardness to take me to the darkest places in order that your light would shine brighter to lead me out of the muck and mire.
When I had chosen poorly my path. You gave me the space to consider my choices well. Then you patiently waited for me to come to my senses. You waited for me to look upwards… to look to the hills from where my help comes from. You allow calamity to cause our eyes to understand your beauty. For you give us beauty for ashes.
As a gentleman, you never push harshly. You do not dictate where I should go. You simply let me see the options and allow me to choose.
It is in your word I found soundness.
Your Holy Spirit guides me.
Yet you wait for me to choose your path.
You bring me to the place where I must acknowledge that in spite of myself, your goodness is still present.
In spite of my weakness, you are ready to save. You alone have the patience to wait. You do not chase me down and haunt me.
You know the beginning from the end. You patiently wait for me to see you and acknowledge that your love is greater than my failures. Your love is steadfast and true.
With your sweet chords of love you draw me…
You bring me to see the Rock that is higher than I. I praise you for you know how far to go in each storm in order for me to learn to trust you.
I understand that you do not break further the brokenhearted. Your word says that you can empathize with my plight.
“He will not cry aloud or lift up his voice, or make it heard in the street; a bruised reed he will not break, and a faintly burning wick he will not quench; he will faithfully bring forth justice. Isaiah 42:2-3
Jesus you have waited for me. You have patiently loved me. You have offered yourself as the payment for my sin. You have given your life in place of mine as you hung on that tree. The cross was not a place you avoided. It was the place you surrendered it all for my Redemption. In dying, you secured the debt I owed was paid in full. In rising again you sealed the contract. The covenant to establish peace was made sure on the third day when you rose out of tha grave.
How can I not sing of your mercies. They are new every morning. Hiw can I not point others to the Cross and the Empty tomb.
For it was there you bought my Liberty.
I will forever tell of your great story where truth and grace stood to set me free.
Oh how I thank you for the storms a raging.
Oh how I thank you for the days of pain. You have been the Prince of Peace for me.
You have been been y sweet relief.
Oh I thank you for the tears I’ve shed, for I have seen your faithfulness.
I could not have seen you calm my storm, unless I had been deeper in the sea of despair.
My eyes are wide open, I see clearly now.
Your Grace has been present in my life from day one.
How can I not consider to share with others your great truth.
You save, you restore, you raise up the trodden soul. You are good, You are patient and you are faithful this I know.
Oh Jesus, I thank you, I am awed by your great Love. For his I will tell it from the hilltops, in the valleys too.
What a mighty God I serve.