Matthew 21:1-17
1As they approached Jerusalem and came to Bethphage on the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples, 2saying to them, “Go to the village ahead of you, and at once you will find a donkey tied there, with her colt by her. Untie them and bring them to me. 3If anyone says anything to you, tell him that the Lord needs them, and he will send them right away.”
4This took place to fulfill what was spoken through the prophet:
5“Say to the Daughter of Zion,
‘See, your king comes to you,
gentle and riding on a donkey,
on a colt, the foal of a donkey.’ “[a]
6The disciples went and did as Jesus had instructed them. 7They brought the donkey and the colt, placed their cloaks on them, and Jesus sat on them. 8A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, while others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. 9The crowds that went ahead of him and those that followed shouted,
“Hosanna[b] to the Son of David!”
“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”[c]
“Hosanna[d] in the highest!”
10When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, “Who is this?”
11The crowds answered, “This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee.”
Every once in awhile, I’ll be by myself, doing housework, or rocking a baby to sleep and a song will come to me. A song that I have never heard before. Sometimes the words do not flow perfectly, but somehow there is a new tune inside that I have just got to get out. The difficult thing for me is, that by the time I reach a pad and pen, I can’t seem to remember what the words to my melody had been.
Last night, as I just so happened to be rocking a baby to sleep, swaying back and forth in our bedroom; The sun was just setting and I can remember the dim light that filled the room as I hushed a heavy, sweet smelling bundle in my arms. I began to sing out a praise to the Lord. This time, some of the words stuck very vividly in my mind as well as the tune. I closed my eyes and let the words flow as I sang my little one to sleep last night. I rocked him even after he had fallen asleep, finishing ‘my’ hymn and praising the Lord for his glorious grace and the gifts that he had given me, especially the blessing in my arms.
Something has urged me to write down what I remember and record the tune so that I can recall it. I couldn’t help but wonder today what It would be like to have my personal praise sung by a congregation of believers. I wondered for a second if God would give me the words to a glorious hymn that truly honored him, was scriptural, and truly gave praise to God. It’s possible. All I know is that lately I have just had the words to sing a few beautiful tunes, at least in my eyes. And it’s much more satisfying than empty meaning. The words really mean something to me and to my relationship with God.
I hope you find YOUR time with God today. Praise him, in whatever way.
(Ephesians 5:18-20) 18 …, but keep getting filled with spirit, 19 speaking to yourselves with psalms and praises to God and spiritual songs, singing and accompanying yourselves with music in YOUR hearts to Jehovah, 20 in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ giving thanks . . .
