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THE MYSTERY OF SONGS: SINGING SPIRITUAL SONGS TO THE LORD

Sing from the heart to God |
I know that God delights in music because according to scripture, His most perfect creature (before he was marred by sin) was Lucifer who was a musical being. I ask myself this question what is it in songs that moves God so much? We, human beings have been created to delight the soul of our creator. So, I guess we are mandated to sing. But most times we sing to the wrong person and even for the wrong reasons.
As a person, I'm so into songs. Before I got born again, we had neighbors that loved to play loud, worldly music (Two members of that family eventually got born again so that has drastically reduced now. Thanks be to God). But for some strange reason, which I now discern as God calling me, I never fancied the songs. The noise irritated me, the words were 90% of the time meaningless, and even sometimes, what supposed to be sweet harmonious music turned out to be a big jumble of off-key and off-beat repetitions. I used to wonder what used to excite the people listening and dancing to those songs. Even then I made up my mind never ever to like those kinds of music. When I eventually met Jesus and He put His Holy Spirit in me, the dislike I had for such songs intensified to loathing. I remember a particular occasion: we had a talent show in my secondary school then and a Disc Jockey was playing the worldly music and the whole hall was reverberating with the echo of students singing along with the artiste while some were even showcasing their talent as dancing to such worldly music. I felt so nauseated that I knew if I stayed any longer I would either pass out or vomit.  I could not stand it anymore and so I hurriedly left the area. No one but I and the Holy spirit  knew and understood what happened to me on that fateful day. I went to an empty class to cry to God to revive the love for the true worship of Him in the hearts of men.
Songs are mysterious. They have a way of connecting all realms together.
THE PHYSICAL REALM
THE SPIRITUAL REALM
THE BRIDGE WHICH IS THE SOUL
 The kingdom of darkness knows this and are using this medium to transmit all sorts of demons into blinded lives:  the songs in the dark realm, though they may stir up the sensual desires of our fallen flesh, trigger the operation of demonic spirits in people. We, as agents of light, must counteract their evil operations by ushering in the Holy Spirit of God through our spiritual songs.
Ephesians 5:19 says, " Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord."
Let us be proud to sing spiritual songs (and I mean songs inspired by the Holy spirit coz not every  song under the tag 'gospel music' actually pleases God). Make it your phone's ring tone. Hum it while you work. Sing it out loud in your bathroom. Play the music in your home stereo, in your car, during celebrations like birthdays, weddings, anniversaries e.t.c. Let the high praises of God ring aloud in your mouth. It's a mystery. There is a power in it; make it work for you and make God happy.

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  1. Singing gospel songs isn't so easy particularly when one is surrounded by unbelievers. May God make me proud to sing His praise publicly.

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