Psalm 29:1-11 God’s Voice
(This is what I imagine my Father’s voice to sound like. And this is the song I would sing to Him!)
David shouts the Lord’s praises. He sings of God’s voice and the power it holds. He gives God glory due Him as King over all, FOREVER.
NO ONE is deserving of praise like our God! NONE compare to His glory and strength. NONE are worthy of worship and praise. And NONE are holy as He is! ALL Heaven shouts this and commands man to listen. These are the attributes David calls for us to attend to and KNOW that they are the Lord’s.
But then David turns to the Lord’s voice. A voice so powerful, yet so gentle. The wind and the waves bow at His word. The worlds are created with an utterance. The mountains quake as His voice resounds from Heaven. Men fall as though dead a t His rebuke. His voice is also a quiet whisper in the wind.
In His voice I find comfort and correction. He speaks and I obey. He calls to me, His precious child, and I come running. I LONG to hear Him laughing! What does His voice sound like when He sings? Is it deep like the bass tones in a quartet or is He a baritone that washes the mountains with resounding music? What did it sound like as He cried out in anguish the moment Jesus died? How loud did He shout in victory when the final tally was counted for that sacrifice?
When I first started thinking about this psalm I was drawn to David’s description of the Lord’s voice. His words reminded me of how a singer can step on stage and spellbind the audience with a voice of velvet. I also thought about my father’s voice. How I could hear him talking to my mom while I lay in bed. How he sounds when he sings. How hearing his voice comforted and corrected me. He occasionally raised his voice but I don’t ever remember a time he yelled at any of us. His words were enough to bring us to tears when we were in trouble. His words of comfort always came with loving arms. Even the sound of his snoring was enough to chase away all my fears. And that’s just the voice of my earthly father! I can only imagine the power contained in the voice of my Heavenly Father.
Right NOW Father God I LONG to curl up next to You in the night and hear the soothing tone of Your ‘snoring’. I know You don’t sleep but I can just imagine lying next to You and listening to Your peaceful sounds of rest and it putting me at ease, like I did with my father when fears woke me in the night as a child. I was always welcome and safe in my daddy’s arms. I KNOW I’m even more welcome and safe in Yours!
Will You sing me to sleep tonight? Will You breathe coolness onto the skin of my husband so he can find comfort? Let me KNOW my Aba is with me as You speak quiet to my soul.
Help me know Your voice as surely as I know my own father’s. To be able to pick it out and follow it no matter where I am or how far I have wandered. You know my fear of not hearing or recognizing Your voice. Make that a fear of the past!
Sing to me Father! Let me hear Your voice!
“You hear it every time a bird fills the air with its song. Each note of a babbling brook. Each chime of the wind-chimes sat on Your porch pour out my song to you My child. Drink it in for it is ALL for you! It may not pour from My mouth but it flows from My heart. From Me to you, MY child!”
