This was the view from our front porch Tuesday morning. Ahhh...how can I keep from singing praises to God for the beauty of a sunrise over the ready to harvest corn standing golden brown in the field? The Bible talks about worship as spontaneous response of our hearts to the Lord. Even Jesus spoke to the Pharisees about one such spontaneous display of worship...the day He entered Jerusalem on the back of a young donkey:
...the whole multitude of his disciples began to rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works that they had seen, saying, "Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!" And some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to him, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples." He answered, "I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out." Luke 19:37-40
When I step unto my front yard and experience a scene like above my heart wells up in spontaneous worship and praise to Jesus. The beauty gives evidence of His delight in His creation. It confirms within me His faithfulness and lovingkindness that is new every morning.
Worship transforms my perspective. Worship enlarges my grid to process the good and the bad of life. Trials and pain become worthy experiences of growth because of His promise to sustain in the midst of even the very worst situations. Because that truth is real to me...how can I keep from singing?
- My life flows on in endless song:
- Above earth's lamentation,
- I hear the sweet, tho' far-off hymn
- That hails a new creation.
- Through all the tumult and the strife
- I hear the music ringing;
- It finds an echo in my soul--
- How can I keep from singing?
- What tho' my joys and comfort die?
- The Lord my Saviour liveth;
- What tho' the darkness gather round?
- Songs in the night he giveth.
- No storm can shake my inmost calm,
- While to that refuge clinging;
- Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth,
- How can I keep from singing?
- I lift my eyes; the cloud grows thin;
- I see the blue above it;
- And day by day this pathway smooths,
- Since first I learned to love it.
- The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
- A fountain ever springing;
- All things are mine since I am his--
- How can I keep from singing?
How Can I Keep From Singing by Robert Lowry
