Arriving at the huge stone citadel they expected to be dismissed again by the frustrated and depressed King of Israel. His chambers were usually shuttered and silent, unlike the old days when he was up at the dawn . . . but before they could get any further—the sound of the sweet songs of David stunned them. One by one with incredulous faces they looked up.

There he was.

The sweet psalmist of Israel, perched on the steps of his throne, harp in hand, his face tilted reverently upward, the tears streaming down his face.

He was back. David was back, and so was his song.

Like a spring gushing up in a parched desert, the generals dropped to the floor to drink from the river of worship again flowing from David’s heart.

Like the days of old their hearts began to burn again with adoring love to God.

Work was set aside, worship was their passion. Soon workers, servants, aides, guests, nobles, all took their places in the court of God's king.