Do not the mountains praise Him when the woods upon their summits wave in adoration? Does not the lightning write His name in letters of fire? Has not the whole earth a voice? And shall I, can I, silent be?
Charles Spurgeon
Think of your favourite song. Think of its melody and harmony; the tune takes you on a beautiful journey. You stop what you’re doing and turn up the volume as your favourite part begins. The notes tug on your heart and you smile as the song draws to an end. You hit repeat, and listen to it again, blocking out the external distractions as music floods your soul.
We hear music everywhere. All of life is made of unique tunes and melodies, from the crashing of ocean waves to the rustling of dying leaves. We hear it in the heart of a thunderstorm and in the peace of a green forest. Even space has its own kind of music, with all its ticks and warps. Everything has been given a song to sing and everywhere, Creation sings.
Behind the music of creation we see the hand of a masterful Artist. It is impossible to ignore. Can you not see? Can you not hear? Creation stands baffled as mankind lives as his own lord, refusing to acknowledge his Creator. The song falls on deaf ears, the beauty lost on blind eyes.
And yet, the song of Creation continues to play, bringing glory to the One who has created it. With the twisting and curving of the tune comes a deep longing for all things to be made new. The trees long to break forth into song at the sight of their Maker. The mountains rumble and billow in eager anticipation for their King. Groaning marks their tune, as the longing drags on. Everything waits for the first glimpse of their Creator, waiting to burst forth in perfect song.
And that longing will soon be realised. The King is coming. Those who live in eager anticipation will not be able to help themselves as everything in them cries out in one loud song of rejoicing. Every tendon, hair follicle, and blood cell will cry out in praise as the King appears, He Himself singing His own song of rejoicing.
Those who live as if God does not exist will discover that He not only exists, but is in fact the very heart throb of eternity. The sheer awesomeness of their Creator and Sustainer will drive them to their knees as all of humanity acknowledges the glory and majesty of God.
All of creation roars and bellows as the King sits on His throne, praising the One who has made all things new. We sing of unimaginable glory, as the notes stretch on for eternity. There is no end nor pressing repeat. This is one continuous song of glory, glory, glory. Forever.
To The Heart 