I got an email this week from a friend who had visited our home for a meal and a time of soaking. She said one piece I played had a different style than I usually use. She sensed it was the exultation of people from all tribes and nations as they testified of their redemption, with a sound of wonder and joy.
As she said in the email, the sound was one I hadn’t played before. But it touched a memory of an encounter she had had with God almost twenty years ago. In 1993, she sensed she was hearing the song of the redeemed from many nations and tribes as she attended a special meeting.
The sound was new to me, tugging me into a new style. But it was old to her, touching a memory from 1993. Sometimes as we let God flow through us with new songs, He may give something that is new and old at the same time. Jesus mentioned that the old and the new mingle for the scribes who know the kingdom of God:
Therefore every scribe which is instructed concerning the kingdom of heaven is like a householder who brings out of his treasure things new and old. (Matthew 13:52)
Prophetic song can be like this householder. It can be a new sound to some while it touches a deep and distant memory in others. This week I was the musician playing a new sound, though my sound wasn’t new to everybody. But many years ago, I was the listener who heard an old sound when someone else sang a new song.
When I was nineteen years old, I wrote a song for guitar. It was Psalm 66, and I set the whole Psalm to music. “God be merciful and bless us,” it began. Then the main tune was on the words, “And cause His face to shine upon us.” After those words had been sung, their tune wrapped around the other lines of the Psalm.
I never did learn to play it smoothly, so I never sang it in public. The chords and the fingering were too much for me. Basically the bass strings moved from chord to chord while the treble strings played the main melody again and again.
Years passed. By now, only two people knew what the song should sound like: God and me. But as I was in a home meeting in Avoca, New York, we all sang in the Spirit for a few moments. Then as the volume dropped, one man kept singing. Tears were pouring down his face as he sang these words to the melody I had written years before: “Cause Your face to shine upon us; cause Your face to shine upon us.”
What did it accomplish? I don’t know. But God sang to me with love language that surely meant more to me than to anyone else in the room. I suspect that my song the other day had a similar effect on the friend who wrote me the email.
Never forget that God is the Good Shepherd who leaves the ninety and nine to pay special attention to one. He may use your prophetic song to do something unique in the life of one.
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