Sing for joy, O heavens, and exult, O earth;
break forth, O mountains, into singing!
For the LORD has comforted his people,
and will have compassion on his afflicted.
But Zion said, "The LORD has forsaken me,
my Lord has forgotten me."
"Can a woman forget her sucking child,
that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb?
Even these may forget,
yet I will not forget you.
Isaiah 49:13–15 (RSV)
I wonder what the songs of the mountains will be. Unredeemed ears could not hear the melodies of heaven and the exaltation of the earth. They will sing the mercy of God upon all His people. They must sing, for no mere words alone could begin to describe so great a love.
God does not forget those for whom His Son bore the cross, lay in the cold of death, and burst forth in the risen glory. God does not forget. We may forget His compassion as our ears fail to hear the praises of earth, sky, and crags. He does not.
In a pandemic and unrest time, our hearts may fail us as we forget we are beloved of God. The lovelessness of the world may overwhelm us, and hope fails within us. The little love once in our hearts flees as remembrance fades.
Still, the universe is singing, rejoicing, and offering praise to He who remembers. We are never forgotten. His love will not let us go. He remembers, so we may not forget His love. He remembers so that we may hear the mountains' song with the New Day dawns.