We all know the musical and the song. Singing it again made me think of the scriptures that say the hills dance at the sound of His voice, skipping like the goats that live on the mountains!
Jesus’ voice and His Spirit are the sound of music giving creation their songs that they’ve sung ever since time began.
Flowers gently dance to the wind’s waltz,
Water in the ocean laps or crashes to the current’s beat.
Rain adds to the choir in gentle tones, and,
after the showers a rainbow gives a grand finale!
Sing for joy all the earth, Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music and I’ll sing once more.
Till Jesus wills it,
“There she is, get her!” snapped Samuel, one of the priests of the Temple. At once strong, rough arms grabbed Mariam while her lover fled from the scene. “Oh no, please! she cried, let me go!” ignoring her pleas for mercy, the small group of of officials soon turned to a crowd who were angered at such an adulterous scandal, and to think Mariam was a high born lady of the Jewish society. To betray her husband, a member of the Council was outrageous.
Mariam struggled but try as she could, she couldn’t break her captors hold. Frightened, she knew the Law, adulterers were to be stoned till dead.
Till at last, they came upon a young man speaking with his followers and a few other people, throwing the sobbing woman at his feet, they demanded.
“Teacher! This woman was caught in an adulterous act with another man, and the Law of Moses condemns such an act by saying that she is to be stoned to death!” Samuel, the one who spoke, spat when he said the word death, looking dangerously at Mariam as he did so. She flinched at his hate and couldn’t even look up at the man to who she would be judged. If she had, she would’ve seen no anger or hatred in his face. Jesus gazed down at the sobbing figure at his feet, then at her accusers, knowing that this wasn’t because of justice but set a trap for him.
Without a word, Jesus knelt and wrote in the dust with his finger.
“Well?, Samuel asked impatiently, “what do you say good Teacher?”
At that, Jesus stood up and looked Samuel straight in the eye, “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone at this woman.”
A gasp and murmurs arose from the crowd as one by one they left Mariam and Jesus alone. Mariam was still crying, huddled in a pitiful heap in the dirt. She felt a strong yet gentle hand raise her to her feet and she found herself looking into her rescuer’s face. “Woman, Jesus said, his voice kind, “where are those who condemned you? Is there anyone to accuse you?” Mariam looked around, the courtyard was empty! “No..no one Lord, she stammered, “No one’s here..”
Brushing away her tears with his calloused hands not ungentle in its touch, he replied, “Neither do I, go now child and sin no more” with a final caress to her cheek, Jesus turned and with his followers left that place.
Mariam stood alone in the courtyard a minute longer scarcely able to believe what just happened. It was true though..she felt as if a weight had been lifted. She was forgiven.by Hope
This is my heart’s cry
I want to know the one who saved me and gave me life
This is my heart’s cry to be so close to Him that all my life becomes
A testimony of my Savior’s grace and love
This is my heart’s cry
This is my heart’s cry
Much more than just a great desire – it’s like a fire in me
I hear my heart cry each time I think about the cross where Jesus died
The cross should have been mine but His love broke through time
And heard my heart’s cry – he heard my heart’s cry
Now every other hope and dream is lost inside of this one thing
To know the one who died for me and live my life for Jesus Christ
Is my heart’s cry
So let my life become a testimony of my Savior’s grace and love
Oh – this is my heart’s cry – to stand before the Father one day
And hear Him say well done – this is my heart’s cry.
~ Steven Curtis Chapman
Much-Afraid woke with the first light of dawn, and getting up, walked to the entrance of the cave. In the cold light of early morning she could not help telling herself that a scene of utter desolation lay before her. As far as the eye could see was nothing but empty plain and sea, with lowering cliffs above her and jagged rock below. The pleasant wooded country which they had left was out of sight, and in all the vast area upon which she looked she saw not a single tree and scarcely a stunted bush. “How desolate,” thought Much-Afraid, “and those rocks beneath look very cruel indeed, as if they are waiting to injure and destroy anything which falls upon them. It seems as though nothing can grow anywhere in all this barren waste.”
Just then she looked up at the cliffs above her head and started with surprise and delight. In a tiny crevice of the rock, where a few drops from the trickling waterfall could occasionally sprinkle it, was a single plant. It had just two or three leaves, and one fragile stem, almost hairlike in its slenderness, grew out at right angles to the wall. On the stem was one flower, blood red in color, which glowed like a lamp or flame of fire in the early rays of the sun.
Much-Afraid stared at it for some moments, noticing the wall which completely imprisoned it, and minute aperture through which it had forced its way to the light, and the barren loneliness of its surroundings. Its roots were clamped around by sheer rock, its leaves scarcely able to press outside the prison house, yet it had insisted on bursting into bloom, and was holding its little face open to the sun and burning like a flame of joy. As she looked up at it Much-Afraid asked, as she had in the desert, “What is your name, little flower, for indeed I never saw another like you.”
At that moment the sun touched the blood-red petals, so that they shone more vividly than ever, and a little whisper rustled from the leaves.
“My name is ‘Bearing-the-Cost,’ but some call me ‘Forgiveness.’”
Then Much-Afraid recalled the words of the Shepherd, “On the way up the precipice you will discover the next letter in the alphabet of Love. Begin to practice it at once.”
She gazed at the little flower and said again, “Why call you that?”
Once more, a little whispering laugh passed through the leaves, and she thought she heard them say, “I was separated from all my companions, exiled from home, carried here and imprisoned in this rock. It was not my choice, but the work of others who, when they had dropped me here, went away and left me to bear the results of what they had done.
“I have borne and have not fainted; I have not ceased to love, and Love helped me push through the crack in the rock until I could look right out on my Love the sun himself. See now! There is nothing whatever between my Love and my heart, nothing around me to distract me from him. He shines upon me and makes me to rejoice, and has atoned to me for all that was taken from me and all that was done against me. There is no flower in all the world more blessed or more satisfied than I, for I look up to him as a weaned child and say, ‘Whom have I in heaven but thee, and there is none upon earth that I desire but thee.’”
Much-Afraid looked at the glowing flame above her head, and a longing which was almost envy leaped into her heart. She knew what she must do. Kneeling on the narrow path beneath the imprisoned flower, she said, “O my Lord, behold me — I am thy little handmaiden Bearing-the-Cost.”
~ By Hannah Hannard (Hinds Feet on High Places)