I guess singing about a city isn’t all that unusual. After all, for some, Chicago is “my kind of town”. For others, they left their heart in San Francisco. And somewhere, some really, really bad weatherman wrote that the bluest skies you’ve ever seen are in Seattle (maybe, but they’re way above the rain clouds). So this morning I’m hovering over the psalmists’ city of choice to inspire a song, the city on the hill, Zion.
On the holy mount stands the city He founded; the LORD loves the gates of Zion more than all the dwelling places of Jacob. Glorious things of you are spoken, O city of God. Selah
(Psalm 87:1-3 ESV)
It was the city founded of God. The place where He determined His glory would dwell. The city He loves.
Not because of its architecture or its rich history, but because of its people. For those who sojourned to the city were those who sought to pursue God. To enter its gates was to draw near to Him who occupies the holy of holies. And so, God delighted in those who owned Zion as their kind of town. He rejoiced over every pilgrim whose heart was captured by Jerusalem. What’s more, of those born there, there was a special distinction.
And of Zion it shall be said, “This one and that one were born in her”; for the Most High Himself will establish her. The LORD records as He registers the peoples, “This one was born there.” Selah
(Psalm 87:5-6 ESV)
The Most High Himself registers those born in Zion. He takes special note of those who are citizens of the city of the living God. And this morning, in a spiritual sense, I’m claiming such a citizenship. That by faith in the finished work of the Son, through the regeneration of the Spirit, I have been born again and adopted of the Father and declared a citizen of the heavenly Jerusalem.
That’s why I too love the city. That’s why I have any desire to pursue her through pilgrimage. And that’s why the last line of the songwriter’s song resonates so deep this morning.
Singers and dancers alike say, “All my springs are in you.”
(Psalm 87:7 ESV)
I’m thinking that’s the reality a believer should desire. That every need be met on His holy hill, satisfied through the presence of the Savior. That from the place where God’s glory shines our thirst would be met, our comfort would be found, our strength would be sourced. That we would know the eternal and limitless cisterns of Zion to fuel every inspiration, form every motive, and be the catalyst for every joy. That our sufficiency would be in Him, and Him alone.
And when that reality is experienced, then hear the singers sing and see the dancers dance as they rejoice in the One who delights in them.
All my springs are in You, LORD. Let it be so.
Because of Your grace. Only for Your glory.