When my son was a babe I would carry him up to his room and take my place in the rocking chair by his crib. There I held him in my arms and sang songs to him. He would reach up and softly touch my face until sleep chased his eyes closed. He was at complete rest in his daddy’s embrace.
I’m reminded of those wonderful times when I read the prophet, Zephaniah. There we are told of the promise and fulfillment of Israel’s original destiny. They will be home for good. Their Father will be in their midst once again. We read: “Sing, O daughter of Zion! Shout, O Israel! Be glad and rejoice with all your heart, O daughter of Jerusalem! The Lord has taken away your judgments, He has cast out your enemy. The King of Israel, the Lord, is in your midst; You shall see disaster no more. In that day it shall be said to Jerusalem: ‘Do not fear; Zion, let not your hands be weak. The Lord your God in your midst, the Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.’” (3:14-17)
We certainly sing songs of praise and worship to our Father, as well we should. But, how often do we think of the Father’s songs sung to us? He sings over us. He rejoices over us. He quiets us with His love. When your hands are weak have you climbed into His lap, reached up and softly touched His face; let sleep chase your eyes closed? Have you rested in your Daddy’s embrace? What a great place to be!