For Zion’s sake I will not keep silent, and for Jerusalem’s sake I will not be quiet,
until her righteousness goes forth as brightness, and her salvation as a burning torch.
|| 日本語 イザヤ書 62:1 || 한국어 이사야 62:1 ||
|| 繁體中文 以賽亞書 62:1 || 简体中文 以赛亚书 62:1 ||
|| Tagalog Isaias 62:1 ||
January 02, 2020
Do I sing my song in vain because you do not even know my name? Will my voice reach you when I am not of this world, though I remain in it to fight in The War? Can your heart receive these words written in a strange and foreign tongue when your heart remains blind, deaf, and dumb to Love?
Still I will sing. I will sing, for the same cursed ichor once flowed through my veins. If no one had sung the Song of songs for me, then I would still be among the gods of the dead. Who knows what depths of depravity I could have descended into as I find more favor with the powers and principalities? What monstrosity could I have become, enshrined in the thrones of countless hearts, intoxicated by the illusory power over life and death coursing through me? Truth’s Song has kept me and continues to keep me, so I will sing.
Do I sing my song in vain if you shall never know my name? Will my voice grow hoarse for naught if you are doomed to forever be an enemy in this War? Can my heart continue to sing these words in a strange and foreign tongue if your unbeating heart will never come to know Love?
Still I will sing. I will sing, for if only I can be cursed for you to be freed, I will sing. The King knows His own, for He has chosen them from before He set time into motion. I will not be daunted by the hidden counsel of I AM too wonderful for me to know; I am but dust, how can I bear the vastness of infinity? This I do know: I am the King’s and the King is mine, for He has willed it from before the ages. He has made His heart known to me—what portion this poor finite creature can withstand—and if Love chose to love me, how will I know that He has not chosen you, too? He has put in my heart to believe you are His and He shall be yours, so I will sing.
Do I sing my song in vain if mine should be just another name? Will my voice fade into the distance if you are called to sing a different melody in this War? Can my heart sing for you even if I cannot sing with you when these words in a strange and foreign tongue are now the words of the language of your new heart, a heart beating with Love’s heart?
Still I will sing. I will sing, for you were never meant to be mine. You have always been and will always be the King’s alone. If He has woven our lifesongs together, it is to give more of Himself to us through each other. Your new heart I shall guard and keep until the day your true Bridegroom returns to wed you into eternity, just as my heart shall be in your care. Should that honor belong to another, still I will sing.
One day, with one voice, we shall sing the Song of songs perfectly.