““HE ALONE IS OUR REFUGE!”
TUNE INTO HEAVEN!
Throughout the night as I was dreaming I was continually hearing the hymn “Rock of Ages”. I was clearly hearing the first verse. As I dreamt I saw a close up of an old piano being played and someone had removed a piano key that was critical to the hymns original sound. Whoever did this had ill intent, they tried to change the tune to a minor sound. This made the hymn sound off and more eerie. It was not pleasing to the ears.
I was in pursuit of recovering the stolen key and desperately wanted to set the old wooden key back in its place in order to bring the piano and the hymn being played back in tune.
In summary of interpretation,
I believe the thief has come, and unaware to many has stolen our sound, which has caused many instruments of the body Christ have gotten out of tune with the sound of Heaven.
All it took in the dream was to remove one key and that threw the whole instrument out of tune and off key, not being able to play and release the sound as intended.
One key alone is critical.
One voice alone is critical.
It’s time to set all keys in place and retune to the sound and harmony of Heaven. There is an important message not just in this dream but the first verse of this song that I was hearing over and over. God is speaking.
God, in His loving kindness, is sending us a message;
“HE ALONE IS OUR REFUGE!”
It is time to HIDE in Him. And when we do this our “key” placement will be right and in our sound will be in tune with heaven.
Upon waking I was reminded of a book by Ray Hughes.
“Sound of Heaven; Symphony of Earth”.
A book written as endeavor to help bring the body of Christ in formation. We have much work to do in order to be the Sound of Heaven on earth.
Let us be prayerfully in pursuit of tuning to Heaven and releasing that harmony on earth!
Dionne
1/29/2024
ROCK OF AGES
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save from wrath and make me pure.
Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold Thee on Thy throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Author: Reverend Augustus M. Toplady; July 1776 (final publication)
Subject of the Hymn : REFUGE
Scriptures: Deuteronomy 32:3-4; Isaiah 26:4