When Love Rewrites the Song

In 1972, Roberta Flack heard a young songwriter named Charles Fox perform "Killing Me Softly with His Song" at a small Los Angeles club. The song had been written after Lori Lieberman attended a Don McLean concert and felt so deeply seen by his music that she could barely breathe. Lieberman described the experience as being "strummed" — as if someone had reached inside her and played the strings of her very soul.

That is what love does. It finds us in the crowd and sings as if it knows our name.

The Apostle John wrote, "We love because He first loved us" (1 John 4:19). Before we ever turned our faces toward the Almighty, He was already singing over us. The prophet Zephaniah paints an extraordinary picture: "The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in His quietness He will calm you with His love; He will rejoice over you with singing" (Zephaniah 3:17).

Think about that. The God who spoke galaxies into existence doesn't just tolerate you — He sings over you. You are not background noise in the universe. You are the song He chose to sing.

Lieberman sat in that concert hall feeling known. But long before any human voice could reach us, the voice of the Holy One was already whispering our story back to us, note by note, with a love that refuses to stay silent.