ONE day the cat got hold of my canary. I heard its cry and freed him. But his little wing was broken, and though it mended itself, it never was right. But the crippled wing did not hurt his song. In fact, after he was hurt he sang sweeter than all the other birds.
This taught me a lesson. We can sing even though our hearts are sad. It was in the upper room when the Lord Jesus was sorrowful that He sang with His disciples before He went to Gethsemane and to Calvary. It was after the children of Israel had been set free from their hard taskmasters in Egypt, after they had crossed the Red Sea that they sang the song of praise to the Lord. Paul and Silas, with their backs bleeding and their feet in the stocks, sang praises at midnight in the prison at Philippi.
“He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God.” Psalm 40:3.
ML-03/15/1964