There
are times in our lives, which are inscribed forever in our hearts.
Herein I have endeavored to share with you some of those treasured
moments that are related to some of the songs sung over the years.
Spirit
Song
1981. Church Camp in Sentosa. During the testimony night, I did the
"Spirit Song." There were many song items that night - by the kids,
the youth, the ladies’ fellowship and the hallelujah deacons. Almost
everyone rendered their voices. The next afternoon on our return
journey, as we were boarding the ship, one elderly lady told me in
Cantonese, "Young man, I don’t understand a word you sang last
night. But my heart was warmed!"
Psalty’s
Christmas Calamity!
1982, Singapore. That Christmas was unforgettable. Everything went
wrong at the beginning but ended well. We made an order for an
accompaniment cassette tape from USA costing more than US$100. Upon
arrival, some anxious kids opened the mail at the church office and
played it. In their excitement, the original tape got jammed and a
great portion was destroyed. The musical went on successfully. I got
to sing the finale "It is not by might nor by power but by my
Spirit…"
A
Rainbow In The Night
1987, Urayasu @ Japan. Walking home, a young missionary from
Singapore was crying out for help, "Lord, where are Thou?" I noticed
something special about the moon that evening. It was full moon but
not so bright. There was a ring of rainbow encircling it. It was
beautiful to behold. I wrote, "Now I know Your love still shines in
the darkness of my life…a rainbow in the night…"
Psalm 46
1987, Urayasu @ Japan. During one worship session, as we were
singing spontaneous songs, I found myself humming a new melody - so
heavenly that I kept repeating for times and times again. I could
only sing in tongues. No English lyrics could fit the music. One
Japanese recording artist from Vineyard was there. She asked me
about the music score. I could only remember the music but no
lyrics. She asked me to pen the lyrics in Japanese. Later that week,
as I was having my personal devotional time at the kawa (river), I
read Psalm 46 in Japanese. The sacred lyrics came. Word for word,
note by note - fitted perfectly till the last 3 bars. By true
inspiration, I added "Shu o homeyo" (Praise the Lord) to finish the
whole song. My first attempt in writing Japanese songs. Thereafter I
did 2 others (John 3:16 and Rom 3:23 & 6:23).
Jesus
Loves Me
1995, Squaw Mountain, Texas. A little country, a little rock and
roll but packed with human emotions. My audience was basically an
elderly pastor and his beloved wife, a pastor cum friend and his
teenage son. The Lord was there to minister His love, overflowing
reaching the depths of our souls. We wept. "Yes Jesus loves me...the
Bible tells me so…"
Shepherd
Boy
1995, Kansas City. This is the song I traveled more than 100 miles
to deliver but did not manage to sing. I was asked by a pastor to do
the song. But the church policy was to check out everyone before
they went up to the podium. And time did not permit their worship
pastor to check me out. I was glad that I did not do this song. The
church worship service was awesome and anointed. I was being
ministered to instead of ministering to. This song is not to be sung
by a person but by a Person. "When others see a shepherd boy, God
may see a king!" I could almost hear Him singing over me.
Herod’s
Song
1996, Singapore. This song required a lot of energy and emotions. I
did not know that to be a king was so difficult, especially one
whose security and position were threatened. I loved those high
operatic notes. Deep within, I was checked, "Am I also a Herod?"
There were thrones in my life that I needed to surrender to my King!
No other loves compete and I serve only Him!
One New
Man
2002. Pentecost. I was preparing for a worship service. There were
no songs suitable. As I played at the keyboard at home, I began
singing: "The Bride is neither Jew nor Gentile but the One New Man
In Christ." The rest was added after much refining. The lai-lai-lai
was impromptu.
Comfort
Ye My People
2003. Passover in Singapore. I went to the synagogue in Waterloo
Street, standing outside its walls to pray for the Jews and the
peace of Jerusalem. As I prayed, I began to sing this song from
Handel’s Messiah. I knew my beloved Audience of One heard it.
There were many
more songs. Each of them has a story to tell. Someone told me that
she saw angels when we did "I Hear Angels." Another told me that he
saw the River of God flowing mightily as we sang a spontaneous
prophetic song using Psalm 46:4. Another saw Babylon falling when we
sounded our instruments to the heavenlies after "The Earth Shakes."
These are
precious moments of our lives – captured, stored and cannot be
easily erased. Sweet music will flow out of our lives when the songs
and the singers merged – when the singer becomes the song! A sweet
aroma arising from a living sacrifice.