OK, put Proverbs on hold…I gotta share this.
“No one could learn the song except the 144,000 who had been redeemed from the earth.” Revelation 14: 3
Certain songs can only be learned in the valley. We learn these songs and remember them from our past experiences…especially from the hurts and sorrows in the wilderness. In this verse, John tells us that in heaven there will be a song sung by those “who have been redeemed from the earth.” It most certainly is a song of triumph. Yet there is a sense of that triumph being birthed from the memory of our past bondage on earth.
Even though the Bible tells us that angels sing beautifully, they will not be able to sing this song. Only children of the cross can be prepared to learn the song. Angels cannot pass through our trials.
When trials come your way, think about this: You’re receiving a music lesson from your Father! You are being trained to sing in a choir that you can’t yet see, AND THERE ARE PARTS OF THE SONG THAT ONLY YOU CAN SING! Your Father is training you for a part the angels cannot sing, and the way He teaches is through the school of sorrows! We’ve all heard that God sends us trials in order to test us; and that’s true. Trials and adversity test our faith. Again, if you really take time to think about it… He also sends sorrow to educate us, and to provide us with the proper training for His heavenly choir.
My Friends, I want you all to know this: When you are in your darkest hour, know that He is composing your song. When you’re in the valley, He’s simply tuning your voice and sweetening the melody, and giving your notes expression. Dear ones, don’t despise your school of sorrow.
Is the midnight closing ‘round you?
Are the shadows dark and long?
Ask Him to come close beside you,
And He’ll give you a new, sweet song.
He’ll give it and sing it with you;
And when weakness slows you down,
He’ll take up the broken cadence,
And blend it with His own
And many a heavenly singer
Among those sons of light,
Will say of His sweetest music,
“I learned it in the night.”
And many a lovely anthem,
That fills the Father’s home,
Sobbed out its first rehearsal
In the shade of a darkened room.
~ George Matheson