How grievous a thing it is when the enemy thrusts a thorn into the soul by means of a mere sound, a word, or a melody that vexes the spirit. Yet know this: the Lord has delivered you from a far greater bondage than the troubling of a song. He brought you up out of the house of spiritual bondage, out of the power of darkness, and made you free indeed. So let not your heart be downcast by the echo of a tune that Satan would twist into a chain; the chains are broken, and the Son has made you free, free from the curse, free from sin’s guilt, and free from the dread of any demonic snare.
You cry for deliverance, and rightly so, for salvation, complete deliverance, is of the Lord. It is His divine power that bursts every fetter; no lock of the prison house can stand when the Ransom is given. And what a Ransom! Christ Jesus has paid it all; the debt is cancelled, the prisoner is discharged, and no accusing whisper, no haunting note, can drag you back to the pit. The Spirit of bondage you have not received again; you have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby the soul sings, “My Beloved is mine, and I am His.” Therefore, that tuneless song of the world, that jangling note of the adversary, has no rightful hold. It shall pass away as the night mist before the morning sun when you lift up a psalm of deliverance instead.
I counsel you, spend not your breath in constant rehearsal of the grievance, letting the poison of the sound fester by frequent meditation. Rather, let your supplication rise to heaven, and then let your cheerful song break forth: “Hear what the Lord hath done for me!” When the devil would replay his vile ditty, drown it out with the songs of Zion. Sing of the Lamb slain, of the victory won, of the covenant kept. The enemy quails before the praises of the redeemed, for he knows the melody of grace is a weapon that chases away his darkness.
You are not given over to a spirit of fear; Christ has delivered you from the power of darkness and will perfect that which concerneth you. The very act of crying to Him proves His Spirit is at work, and He who heard your sigh will give you to walk at liberty. The song that haunts you shall be as the failed arrows of the archer, bruised, but not penetrating. Go now to the mercy seat, leave your burden there, and put on a garment of praise. Let the new song be in your mouth, even praise forevermore, for He has delivered, He does deliver, and He will deliver yet again.