A Song Nearby
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If you love hymns as I do you may be missing these old friends as their popularity wanes. But we can enjoy them wherever we are just the same. May I suggest old fashioned whistling and humming.
When K-Mart was the new kid on the block, my parents were frequent shoppers at the enticing new wonder store. Separately they perused the aisles of their special interests. When Mama was done, she would proceed to the hunting section, fishing, tools- wherever she thought Daddy might be browsing, and listened for his whistling. He always had a song nearby. Whistling has come to mean contentment to me, calmness of spirit and deep satisfaction in the moment.
Then there is humming. Why do bees hum? So I've been told they forgot the words! No need to abandon singing because the old memory is on the fritz - hum! Or maybe you feel a song comin' on as you watch little Sammy at his swimming lesson. Four verses of "We're Marching to Zion" caroming off the natatorium walls would be...or not. So, hum.
Whistling or humming, keep a song nearby. "There's Within My Heart a Melody" is a possibility. This song harks back to 1910. Author Luther Bridges, who attended Asbury College in Wilmore, Kentucky, began preaching at age 17. When he was 23, while visiting at her home in Nicholasville, his wife and children died in a fire. Luther was on a preaching trip at the time. Although his despair was barely short of suicide, in time he remembered the Scripture's promise of "songs in the night". Bridges penned both words and music of God's ability to keep him singing.
Whistle it, hum it or see page 377 in our hymnal. I am amazed that this whistle-worthy melody came from a true fiery trial and ashes of a seriously burned heart. May the hymn you keep nearby remind you of God's ability to do whatever you need.
There's within my heart a melody;
Jesus whispers sweet and low,
"Fear not, I am with thee, peace, be still
in all of life's ebb and flow."
All my life was wrecked by sin and strife;
Discord filled my heart with pain.
Jesus swept across the broken strings,
Stirred the slumbering cords again.
Feasting on the riches of His grace,
Resting 'neath His sheltering wing,
Always looking on His smiling face,
This is why I shout and sing.
Though sometimes He leads through waters deep,
Trials fall across the way,
Though sometimes the path seems rough and steep,
See His footprints all the way.
Soon He's coming back to welcome me
Far beyond the starry sky;
I shall wing my flight to worlds unknown,
I shall reign with Him on high.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
Sweetest name I know,
Fills my every longing
Keeps me singing as I go.