So whenever the spirit from God would come upon Saul, David would take his lyre and play it. This would bring relief to Saul and make him feel better. Then the evil spirit would leave him alone. — 1 Sam 16:23 NET
Sometimes the sun, unkindly hot,
My garden makes a desert spot,
Sometimes a blight upon the tree
Takes all my fruit away from me;
And then with throes of bitter pain
Rebellious passions rise and swell;
And so I sing and all is well.
— Paul Laurence Dunbar.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like benediction
That follows after prayer.
— Henry W. Longfellow.
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley.
Almighty God, I thank thee that thou wilt come to me as my heart cries for need. I bless thee that thou dost come to me as my lips sing thy praise. I pray that I may be saved from a cruel and cheerless heart, and be a sharer of the songs that are sung to the soul. Amen.
Daily Prayer Guide - November 22
Public domain content taken from Leaves of Life by Margaret Bird Steinmetz.