I’ve been reflecting a lot on biblical songs. The Psalms are an emotional journey of someone’s life experiences and we often forget that these experiences were real. They were a reflection of an experience that David and others went through. Some of them were decent laments on the injustice of the world. Others were songs inspired by God’s creation or God’s saving hand. As you journey through each Psalm, you become suddenly aware of the fact that you’re eavesdropping in on someone’s conversation with God. And personally, there’s a sudden realisation that it’s like I’m standing over David’s shoulder watching him as he writes. I can see his face lined with anguish and yet praise.
These past few weeks, I’ve been blessed with an opportunity to listen to the music of people’s hearts. A couple of friends (on different occasions) shared their music and it was just such a blessing to hear them. These are those moments where you peer into someone’s heart and catch a glimpse of that deep melodic conversation that exists between God and his son/daughter.
I had a great conversation with a friend today who asked me how my song writing was going. The other night I started writing a song and it got pretty emo, so I fell asleep. I was talking to this friend about my frustrations in song writing. I want to write something that reflects some great theological principle in the most simplistic form. And he said, “sometimes it’s just about what’s in your heart… at least that’s probably what it was like for the Psalmist” (or something along those lines).
I can’t believe how true that is. I get worried that people will misinterpret what the music of my heart is trying to communicate but I wonder how often we’ve misunderstood what David and friends meant by what they said in their Psalms. I wonder if we ever really grasp the anguish, the despair, the hope, the ecstasy, and all the other emotions that were really truly experienced. I wonder if our readings of scripture ever really do capture the emotion, and the frenzy that was experienced. And I wonder if I’m right to care how people interpret the music of my heart. Maybe… maybe not.