Morning Stars Sing
God’s biblical accounts of creation stun me. Silence me. Bowed before God whose magnificence strips me of every vestige of self, my questions waft away like ash in the wind. My demands wither and wane. In awed reverence, I worship the sovereign Creator whose every origination, whether beast or being, bears His glorious mark.
Awed silence is also, oftentimes, my response in the face of creation—towering redwoods standing as sentries at the forest’s gate or dawn’s vibrant hues awakening and stretching across the morning sky to embrace a new day. The artistry of the Master imbues my soul with wonder. Speechless, I partake of His glory.
My silence is born of humility—reverence for the Creator of the universe—my Creator. But my silence stands in stark contrast to those who witnessed the genesis, those who were there when He “laid the foundation of the earth,” and “enclosed the sea with doors when, bursting forth, it went out from the womb.” The exaltation of those witnesses could not be constrained. No. Instead of awed silence, “all the sons of God shouted for joy,” and even “the morning stars sang together” (Job 38:4,7,8).
Imagine…
For just a moment…
Close your eyes, block out the sounds of the world, and imagine the morning stars… In the stillness of pre-dawn, millions of stars glimmer overhead, a vast array of twinkling splendor watching over the earth below. Suddenly, the hush of the morning shatters as one by one the heavenly body overcome with joy at the grandeur of creation, can no longer contain it’s praise for the Creator. A sonorous melody crescendos from the Kingdom of God as the morning stars join together extolling the resplendence of the King. Their song reverberates throughout the earth and soon all of creation is singing and shouting praises of joy to the Creator.
Our best imaginings only hint at the glory of that moment. Nothing in our human experience comes close to the jubilation of that day.
Although, every once in awhile, in the still of the moment when creation has silenced me with awe, I think I hear a trailing melody. I hear a harmony accompanying the summertime song of evening crickets, or the tender coos of mourning doves. Notes and chords adrift on the breeze stir my soul and awaken my longing for this God of creation, my Heavenly Father. And I wonder—who sings that distant song that beckons me? Is it the song of the morning stars?
All of creation still glorifies God and bears His imprint. Even though the prince of darkness was granted rule over the earth, his best efforts can’t begin to overshadow God’s majesty.
So quiet your mind, open the eyes and ears of your heart, and behold His glory…
