By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a strange land? (Psalms 137:1-4)
Today's Morsel: When I was living according to what Paul wrote, "Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience: Among whom also we all had our conversation in times past in the lusts of our flesh, fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind; and were by nature the children of wrath, even as others"(Ephesians 2:2-3), one of my favorite songs was the entitled, "American Pie." One of the lyrics said, "The three friends I desire the most, the father, son, and holy ghost, they all took the last train to the coast, the day the music died." The children of Israel, while being carried away into captivity, let their music die and they became discouraged, downhearted, and sad. They had no joy. They had no happiness, pleasure or delight in what was taking place. They were asked to sing an old song of Zion. Someone in the crowd felt that if they sung one of the old songs, things would be better. But they hung their harps on the willow and said, "How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?" Like so many, they failed to realize that God has given us a garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness that we might be called trees of righteousness (Isaiah 61:3). They failed to realize that we are told to sing to ourselves psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs; making melodies in our hearts unto the Lord (Ephesians 5:18-19; Colossains 3:16). James said that if we are afflicted, then we should pray, but if we are merry, then we should sing songs (James 5:16). I don't know about you, but I'm not about to let those old song of Zion die nor am I hanging my harp on the willow. But I'm gonna praise the Lord anyway that I can.
Sing: Trials dark on every hand and we cannot understand all the ways that God will lead us to that blessed promise land, but He'll guide us with His eye and we'll follow till we die, we will understand it better by and by.
By and by when the morning comes, and all the saints of God are gathering home, we will tell the story of how we've overcome and we'll understand it better by and by.