Sing a Song… is a short series which looks at specific songs of the Bible and their Ah-ha Moments. This is the fifth and final installment.

 

In the last few Ah-Ha articles we have looked at a series of songs: the song of the angels, the song of Moses, the song of Deborah, the song of Zechariah, and the song of Mary. The last three songs we will study are the song of Hannah, the song of David, and the song of the Lamb.

 

Laid out in the order in which way you have read them (hopefully) gives us a story. Do you know what it is?

 

The Song of Hannah
Have you ever wanted something so much… so intently… that you would be willing to give it away if you actually got it?  Hannah was such a woman. Though she had a husband who loved her and, no doubt, a nice home to love him in, she was most unfulfilled.

 

She also had an enemy that taunted her at every turn in the form of her husband’s “other wife,” Peninnah. Would you know it; Peninnah had children.

 

Their husband, Elkanah, did everything he could to make Hannah happy, but it just wasn’t enough. She knew what she had been born into this life to do - to be a mother. One year, as was the custom, the family went to Shiloh for worship and sacrifice on the Feast of Tabernacles. While there, Hannah made a bold move; she went to the temple and poured her heart out to the Lord. Her emotions were so expressive and so raw, the old priest, Eli, thought she was drunk. But when he heard her pleas, he blessed her.

 

God blessed Hannah, too. Hannah gave birth to a baby boy; she named him Samuel.

 

But she did not rear him, for in her prayer to the Lord she made a vow, O LORD Almighty, if you will only look upon your servant's misery and remember me, and not forget your servant but give her a son, then I will give him to the LORD for all the days of his life…[i]

 

And Hannah sang….

 

The Song of David
I stood in front of the group of women who had listened to me speak during the sessions of their weekend retreat. “What song,” I asked, “would you like played at your funeral? What song would most express your life?”

 

An older woman named Joy, sweet of face and with gentle eyes, answered, “The Potter’s Hands.”

 

Joy was a potter. It was her hobby, her profession, and her ministry.