Since time began the universe has ebbed and flowed with the language of love. The first syllables spilled forth from the lips of God like a trillion music notes falling from a roofless sky. And the music, can you hear it? The stars appeared with epic, thunderous explosions, but from afar may have sounded like a spray of xylophone keys. The oceans poured forth and lapped on the first shore like a rolling timpany.
I came into the world with a melodic cry, a pitch found somewhere on the soprano end of the piano. The music of life. Where would I be without the life-giving refrains that surround my eyes and fill my heart? It is a language of love that connects the Lord and my soul. In my sorrow and joy, a song for every moment, every uphill climb, every deep dark valley. Bursts of joyful horns and strings of cello tears.
As I ponder the rhythm of breathing in and singing out, I realize that for some the melody plays but never reaches the ears of their heart. The majestic symphonic whispers of a relentless, romancing Savior – never heard.
Is this not the saddest, darkest, most silent realization? Some will never hear the love song, written in red, drummed out with a hammer mallet on an iron nail, reverberating against the floor of heaven, blasting over the walls of hell – for me, for you!
I hear your love song Jesus – play on!