I know the title seems a bit strange. I mean who thinks of singers and worshippers as warriors, right? Well, I did a bit of that in church this past Sunday. As the Spirit coursed through my body and the words, “God, You’re Mighty!” came out of my mouth, I felt it was more of a declaration then a song. It was telling the atmosphere just Who was mighty, mightier then any demon, any sickness, any disease or lack.
The Lord led me once again to the story of Jehoshaphat, the king of Israel who was facing multiple enemies, threatening to overpower and kill God’s people.
Jehoshaphat encouraged the men and gave them instructions. Then he had the Temple singers stand up in their special clothes to praise the Lord. They marched in front of the army and sang, “Give thanks to the Lord! His faithful love will last forever.” As they began to sing and to praise God, the Lord set an ambush for the army from Ammon, Moab, and Mount Seir who had come to attack Judah. The enemy was defeated! 2 Chronicles 20:21-22
Sometimes God just requires a song for your battle or for the battle someone is facing. Sometimes He uses what looks foolish to man to win a battle that man wasn’t designed to fight. Sometimes your intercession has a sound of it’s own, and takes on the form of music renders the enemies plans ineffective.
Want to confuse your enemy? Sing. Sing loud, off tune and strong if you must, but sing! Watch the light break through the darkness, the sound that disrupts the silence. Watch the power of God dispel demons when you sing. Pick a Psalm, make up a tune, but sing.
Oh, sing to the Lord a new song! For He has done marvelous things; His right hand and His holy arm have gained Him the victory. Psalm 98:1
Go ahead, put that one to music and sing it loud so that the devil gets the message that you know God is greater! More powerful than a locomotive! Faster than a speeding bullet! Like the stone in Davids slingshot, it always finds and hits it’s mark.
God, You’re mighty! God, You’re holy! God You’re awesome! You’re my healer! My provider! My protector! You are!!! You’re my victor! My strong tower! My defender! You are!!! Oh hallelujah to the God who sets us free! Because of the blood, I’m no longer under the curse. Sickness bowed it’s knee to Jesus and He has given me all authority over all the power of the enemy and NOTHING shall by ANY means harm me. AMEN!