A Lullaby from the Father

Lord, tonight I want to hear You sing over me. "The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing." — Zephaniah 3:17 I can barely wrap my mind around this, Lord. The Creator of galaxies, the One who spoke the universe into existence, the Almighty God — takes delight in me? Sings over me? Tonight I choose to believe it. FATHER, SING AWAY MY FEAR: If there is a melody in heaven that dissolves fear, sing it over me now. Let Your song penetrate deeper than my anxiety reaches. Let it settle into the very marrow of my bones until I am saturated with peace. FATHER, SING AWAY MY SHAME: I have done things today I am not proud of. But Your song tonight is not one of condemnation. It is a song of delight. You are not disgusted by me. You delight in me. Not because I am perfect, but because I am Yours. FATHER, SING ME TO SLEEP: Like a father rocking a child in the quiet of the night, rock me to sleep with Your presence. Let the rhythm of Your love slow my heart, quiet my mind, and ease my body into rest. I imagine Your voice now, Lord — not thunderous as at Sinai, but soft, low, warm. A voice that has spoken worlds into being, now humming a melody over one tired soul. I do not need to understand the words. I just need to feel the love behind them. And so tonight, I do not pray with many words. I simply lie here, still, and let my Father sing. [Be still now. Let Him sing.] Amen.