He will see her again, and He is grieved until He does. But “heaven cannot restrain Him forever,” only until the time appointed by the Father to hand the scroll over to the Lion of Judah, lashed like a lamb, who has overcome and can be trusted to come on the clouds in power and glory. When He does, she’ll be singing the song He quoted as He wept over her… In return, He’ll sing over her the song stuck in His head for eternity…
If wine is richer than water, and old wine is better than new wine, Jesus is out for our fullness—our maturity, to be sure (old wine), but our transformation as well. Truth transforms us insomuch as it sets us free from the slavery of this “present evil age,” and the wise folly of Heaven prescribes a song for us to sing our way through this holy exodus. That song opens with this mighty blast: "Your love is better than wine!" Or, perhaps, "better than bourbon."
Scripturally speaking, music is warfare. Music is a uniquely effective teaching device. Music is the wave worship rides on in the throne room. Most significantly, it is a strategic means of fellowshipping with the One who inhabits eternity. If that doesn’t blow your mind, I don’t know what will. Yet in light of all these things, we find that music is one of His methods of maturing us.
He will, in fact, be the only One standing when every knee bows. His will be the only mouth silent when every tongue confesses the Lordship of Jesus Christ, to the glory of the Father—because He humiliated Himself first and lived a perfect life of full obedience, all the way to a criminal’s public execution. This is our “blessed hope,” and waiting for His coming on the clouds with glory is a good and right expectation.
