I love music. I listen to it a lot throughout the day. All kinds of music. I am not particular. So many songs have a story connected to them for me. The songs I love have somehow attached themselves to an event, a joy, a difficulty. And so, when they come back & weave themselves through my thoughts, I remember…..
How many times I hummed “Jesus Love Me” or “Jesus Loves The Little Children” to my children or now, my granddaughters? Many times just the rocking & singing of those very songs calm them & bring much needed sleep. But more so, those songs brought calm & peace to my wearied arms & mind.
The old songs, the hymns, come back at odd times – out of no where. They come back with all the words. Who knew, all those years ago, that the words would stay stored in my memory banks? And yet, just the other day, in the midst of a struggle, I found myself humming. As I paid attention to what I was humming, the familiar words came out of my mouth….
I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold;
I’d rather be His than have riches untold;
I’d rather have Jesus than houses or lands;
I’d rather be led by His nail-pierced hand.
Than to be the king of a vast domain
And be held in sin’s dread sway;
I’d rather have Jesus than anything
This world affords today.
I’d rather have Jesus than men’s applause;
I’d rather be faithful to His dear cause;
I’d rather have Jesus than worldwide fame;
I’d rather be true to His holy name
So grateful for a song that can come from the deep recesses of my being & remind me of Who is truly important in this life. So grateful that His song always remains with me.
“He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.” (Psalm 40:3 NIV).