JoAnn’s Song

The testimony of how God gave me a prophetic song of encouragement for one of his precious jewels, and the supernatural events that followed.

In Remembrance of JoAnn Solomon Hubbard
A Testimony by Jan Meador
Dedicated to R. Dean Hubbard

JoAnn’s Song

(Be Still My Soul)

Words & Music: Jan Meador
Vocal & Accompaniment: Jan Meador

(Vocal Performance)


For personal performance or just to enjoy as you read…

The Story

Sunday, December 28, 1997

There was nothing unusual about my waking up at four in the morning.  I enjoyed getting up early in order to spend time alone with the Lord.  This particular morning I sat down at my piano to just spontaneously play and minister unto Him.  I usually keep one of my Bibles open on my music stand so I can read or sing the Scriptures as I play.  So many times when I’ve done this, the Lord has given me songs straight from His Word.  As I sat there playing, the first thing my eyes fell upon was Psalm 118:17.

“I shall not die, but live,

and declare the works of the Lord”.

Immediately, the Lord spoke to me and said, “This is for JoAnn.”  Even though I consider myself a woman of faith and have witnessed the manifested power of God through healings, I found myself struggling to believe she would be healed.  I had already lost three wonderful Christian friends to that merciless disease–cancer.  Here again, I was watching another precious friend fight the good fight of faith against this dreaded “thing” that had relentlessly attacked her tiny body for the past five years.  Yet, in a moment, with one whisper of His voice, I knew.  I knew that she would indeed live!  God then led me to turn back a few pages.  I had no preconception of where I was headed or why, but I found myself looking at Psalm 42:11.

“Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
And why art thou disquieted within me?
Hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him,
who is the health of my countenance, and my God.”

As I sat there reading this I began to hear a beautiful song in my head.  As I sat there playing it, the LORD began to download the words.  They came as quickly as the music had come to me.  Within a short time the Holy Spirit had birthed a song of comfort and encouragement from His Word for my precious sister in the Faith.  When I completed the song and sang it through, tears streamed down my face as I felt the tangible presence of my wonderful and compassionate Father!

Immediately after finishing I sensed an urgency to get this to her.  I went to see her the next day.  Due to her family being home for the Christmas holidays, I had not seen or spoken to JoAnn for several days.  I was not aware that her condition had deteriorated so quickly.  Only her husband, Dean, knew just how close to death she had come during this time.  After he informed me of this I understood the urgency that the Lord had placed within me. Dean sat on my left and JoAnn sat beside me on my right as I sand and played “JoAnn’s Song” at their piano.  She was very weak, and she sat there in pain holding her hand against her side.  The cancer in her bones had caused some of her ribs to break.  I shared what the Lord had spoken to me just prior to giving me the song and the Scriptures that He had given me.  As I sang, the Spirit of God so filled the room that after I finished, the three of us sat there in tears worshiping God.  Afterward, Dean spoke of the powerful anointing on the song and said there was something special about the last verse.  He asked that I make a tape of the song for JoAnn so she could sing along with it.  He knew this was a word from the Lord, and because of the anointing, it would minister hope, peace and healing to JoAnn.

God’s timing is perfect.  JoAnn had been so close to death, and over the following three months, would be given no hope by man.  Her doctors informed her that there was absolutely nothing they could do for her.  JoAnn looked at her doctor and joyfully declared, “Praise God! Now HE will get all the glory!”  Soon after this God performed a miracle and JoAnn came up from her sick-bed free of pain and with no symptoms of cancer.  She immediately went from a woman who teetered on the brink of death to one with strength, vitality, and freedom from pain.  Her doctors marveled as their tests proved her to be totally free of cancer.  Within only a few days, her neighbors couldn’t believe their eyes when they saw her working in her yard.  But, the struggle was not over.  Just less than a year of being totally free from any sign of cancer, JoAnn would again find herself fighting for her life.  The cancer had returned with a vengeance.  In the months that followed, JoAnn would find comfort, strength and hope as she continued to play the cassette of  her song and sing along.

One year from when the LORD gave me JoAnn’s Song, Dean called to ask me to bring my keyboard to their house and lead in a worship service.  He had invited several of their close friends who had been fasting and praying for JoAnn.  She missed being able to worship in the house of the LORD and with fellow Believers.  That night she was extremely weak.  She sat in her soft chair as the rest of us stood.  We worshiped and sang praises unto the Lord as she could only sit there in silence.  She was so frail.  She did not have the strength to sing.  She just sat there with her hands folded in her lap, her tiny shoulders slumped over, and her head bowed.    After we had worshiped for a while, Dean, who was standing to my left,  leaned over to me and whispered, “Sing her song.”  I asked everyone to sit down and I shared how the Lord had given me “JoAnn’s Song”.  Only by the grace of God could I hold my composure to sing it this night.  It was difficult enough to sing it and see my precious friend’s emaciated body sitting there before me, but nothing could have prepared me for what I would witness next.  As I began to sing the last verse, JoAnn slowly and carefully stood to her feet.  She raised her feeble little arms, and with the grace of a trained ballerina, began to dance before the Lord.  This frail little body, that only moments before did not have the strength to stand or even sing, was worshiping her Lord with total abandonment.  Her countenance radiated the glory of God. Needless to say, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house.  We all watched in awe and wonder as the glory of the Lord enveloped JoAnn and permeated the room. I finished the song, and she eased back into her chair.  No one moved or made a sound.  We just sat there in the presence of God for several minutes.  Later, Dean would tell me that in over fifty years of marriage, she had never done this. JoAnn loved to see others worship in this manner but she was not natured to be so openly expressive.

Two months later, on February 19, 1999, God transformed JoAnn into her new body.  I don’t pretend to understand why God would choose to order these events in this way, and I do not know why He allowed her to remain with us only another year. In that year, every life she touched was blessed by her faith, her hope, and her joy of the Lord.  People in all walks of life were transformed by her testimony as she would minister to others, especially those with cancer.

On the morning of her transformation into her new body, I walked down the hall toward JoAnn’s bedroom.  I was overcome with emotion as I heard myself singing on the tape I had given her.  All day, as she lay on her bed barely breathing, yet able to hear, Dean played the tape repeatedly.  Three times that day he asked me to sing her song as we ministered to her. Everyone who came into her room that day testified to the awesome Presence of God. Many commented that it was like being in a powerful worship service.  When her shift was over, the Hospice nurse who had been monitoring her vital signs all day expressed her reluctance to leave.  All the while we were praying, singing and worshipping God, she too had entered in.  She said, “I feel like I’ve been in church all day.”  JoAnn’s pastor and other church leaders came expecting to be faced with sadness, but were immediately ushered into the Presence of God.  They left her bedside giving praise unto God.

JoAnn was transferred into her new body that same night.  I was leading a worship revival every night that week in a Church near my home but thirty miles from their home.  I could not bear the thought of her leaving us while I was away, but I knew that if she could speak she would insist that I go.  It was very hard for me to leave her each night, but especially that Friday afternoon.  The Hospice nurse was unable to get her blood pressure and could only get a heart rhythm by putting a stethoscope to her chest.  JoAnn would open her eyes, but I had not witnessed her responding to anyone that day.  I was confident that she was aware of all that was happening around her.  When I finally stood to leave for the revival, I leaned down close to her face and said, “I love you JoAnn.”  To my surprise, she turned her eyes toward me, and with every ounce of her strength whispered, “I love you too.”  She said nothing more.  As I drove to the church I sensed that I had just seen JoAnn alive for the last time.  I was so thankful that God had allowed us that beautiful moment to express our love for each other.  I said, “Lord, I feel in my spirit that I am to sing her into Your Presence with a new song from You.”  I felt selfish praying that He would not let her leave us until I could get back from the service, but I found peace in relinquishing this desire to His perfect will.

As I was leaving the church, I called JoAnn’s home from my cell phone.  Her daughter-in-law answered in a whisper and told me that she did not see how JoAnn was still with them.  My heart grieved, for I felt that I would not make it in time.  As I sped down the interstate, I asked for God’s grace to let me get there in time to sing her into His Presence just as He had shown me.  I was about five minutes from her house when suddenly, right in the middle of my praying, I burst into song: “It is finished, the battle is over! It is finished, there’ll be no more war!”  Suddenly, I realized what I was singing.  I stopped, looked at the clock on my dash, and asked the Lord, “Is it over?  Have You taken her home?”  At this, I felt such conflicting emotions.  I felt such peace for her, but also the disappointment that I couldn’t be there for her at that time.

A few minutes later, I arrived at her home.  The house was dimly lit and totally silent.  I saw no one until I reached the door of her bedroom.  The room was filled with her family and a few close friends.  Her youngest son turned to me and said, “She just died.”  My heart grieved for them, and my mind wondered, “Am I too late?”  I stepped into the room.  Her eldest son who was leaning over her looked up and saw me.  He quickly stepped back and motioned for me to come to her.  I went to her side, leaned down, kissed her forehead, and stroked her hair.  Suddenly, the Lord put a song and words in my mouth.  I do not remember all of it, not do I remember the melody. But, I do remember those first words and what I saw in my spirit.  I saw JoAnn in a long flowing white gown, gracefully dancing before the Lord and singing the soft love song that was coming out of my mouth, “My soul doth magnify the Lord….”  After I sang that verse, I suddenly stood upright with one hand on her head and the other lifted high in worship.  The song then changed to a jubilant new chorus of rejoicing.  When I finished, I leaned down and kissed her goodbye.  I cannot describe what this meant to me.  God was so wonderfully gracious and full of tender mercy to allow this.  It was only under His anointing that I could do this without shedding a tear.  It was as if she was singing and not me.  All I could see as I was singing was JoAnn.  Not the JoAnn that lay before me, whose body bore the marks of struggle and pain, but instead, the JoAnn that was beautiful and free.  Afterward, I was able to minister to all of her family. Even though their loss and sorrow was evident, they were at peace.  For though they knew of her great love for them, they knew she would not look back.
They knew that she was where she belonged–in the Presence of the One she loved most–in the presence of her Savior, Jesus.

What an honor it was for me to be allowed to sing JoAnn into the Presence of God.  What an absolute blessing to be able to do this for such a magnificent woman whose life exemplified such awesome faith and love even through such a trial.  Even in her pain, she ministered to those in need. She had such compassion for those who did not know Jesus and for those who were hurting and in bondage.  She had spent her life ministering encouragement to others. Truly, she lived and departed…..IN FAITH.

As I sat in the chapel waiting to sing this song at her funeral, the Lord had me turn again to the Scripture from where it was birthed.  For the first time since writing the song, I read the entirety of Psalm 42.  I sat there in awe, reading words penned by King David, as if he had written them just for her.

Three days later, I sang her song at the memorial service in the town where she and Dean had their home.  After the service, Dean called to tell me that a man who had been at the service told him that I “blew him away” with JoAnn’s song.  I thought it was an odd way to compliment a song for such an occasion as this, but I replied, “I’m glad he liked it”.  Dean said, “You don’t understand.  You blew him away with the song!”  He was right, I didn’t understand.  I asked Dean what he meant.  He then proceeded to tell me what the man shared with him.

Terry Goetz, as did hundreds of others, became friends with Dean and JoAnn through their ministry.  He had not known them long and had only been to their home a couple of times.  The last time he visited them was when he came to pray for JoAnn two days before she died.  The night she was transferred into her new body, Terry had a dream.  He dreamed that he saw JoAnn dressed in a long flowing white gown.  She was dancing like a beautiful ballerina before the Lord on a gold, yet transparent floor.  The reason my song “blew him away”, was because when he sat in the memorial service he suddenly heard me playing the same music that he had heard in his dream.  He told Dean that after he woke up from the dream, the music kept coming back to him.  He couldn’t get it out of his head.  For the next five days he would hear this music over and over.  On this fifth day, he would hear it again, but not in his head.  He would hear it in his ears as I sat and played and sang “JoAnn’s Song” at the service.

What an awesome testimony. Terry had never met me nor had he ever heard JoAnn’s song.  He was not in their home the night of the worship service when JoAnn danced before the Lord as I sang it, and he would not know until later that JoAnn died the same night he had the dream.  God not only allowed him to see JoAnn dancing before her Lord, but also hear the music that she was dancing to–the song God had given her three months before she was healed and fifteen months before she would be transferred into her new body,…

a song from the lover of her soul
……her beloved Prince of Peace.

And now, God is using this same music, and His words to her, to comfort many more.  May you who hear “JoAnn’s Song” join her and King David as they declare:

“Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
and why art thou disquieted within me?
hope thou in God:
for I shall yet praise him,
who is the health of my countenance,
and my God.”
Psalm 42:11

May you be blessed, be saved, and be comforted
as the Lord Himself says to your heart, your mind and your soul…

“Be still, and know that I am God…”
Psalms 46:10


I wrote this article five years ago…December 1997.  As I sat here editing it for this website, the Lord gave fresh revelation.  When I proofread the last paragraph and read the words, “…the song God had given her three months before she was healed and fifteen months before she would be transferred into her new body,” God spoke to me and said, “Look up the numbers.”  I went to my resource to see what the numbers 3 and 15 represent in the Scriptures.  Again, as always, I was amazed at the hand print of God. It was just more confirmation that even though we may not understand, God does order every step of our lives.  In knowing this, especially in the hard times, we can trust Him completely.  The following is what He showed me:

3 months after God gave JoAnn this song, she was totally healed of cancer.
The number 3 represents:

15 months after God gave JoAnn this song she reached her final destination.
15 is the number for REST!


What I thought would be my “final remarks” only proved to reveal that there would NEVER be “final remarks” concerning JoAnn’s life.  More was about to be revealed.  As I sat working on this testimony, being touched again by this woman’s life and being touched again by the Lord through this fresh revelation, the phone rang.  I looked at the caller ID, and my heart leaped.  It was her husband, Dean.  Not only was He calling me immediately after God gave me the revelation concerning the numbers, but I had not heard from him in months!  It was such confirmation that I had indeed heard from the Lord.  It was also confirmation that my preparing this for the Web site was God’s Divine will. As I shared this with Dean he reminded me that God had instructed him to refer to JoAnn’s death as her being “transferred to her new body.”  I was more than happy to edit my work.  Truly, this precious woman did not die, but instead was supernaturally transferred to her brand new body–a body that is without spot or blemish, a body with no pain, a body prepared for her by her God.  Although JoAnn is not with us, she is very much alive!  So you see, what God showed me that Sunday morning through Psalm 118:17 did indeed come to pass.

I thought it quiet interesting to find that in God giving JoAnn Psalm 118:17, the number 100 represents “Children of Promise” (or Election of Grace), the number 18 represents “Bondage” and the number 17 represents “VICTORY!”  JoAnn was a child of promise, elected by the grace of God, for a season was in bondage to the sickness in her body, yet received the ultimate victory!

So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption,
and this mortal shall have put on immortality,
then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written,
Death is swallowed up in victory.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory
through our Lord Jesus Christ.
1 Cor. 15:54-57

If something has happened in your life, or in the life of someone close to you that has caused you great distress or fear, I admonish you to reach out to the Lord with all of your heart.  Look into His Word and see that He is an awesome God, so very worthy of our love and trust.  He is not deaf that He cannot hear your cry, and He is not an amputee who cannot reach down and rescue.  Realize that God is Sovereign.  He knew before you were even born that you would be facing what you are at this very moment.  And in knowing this, you can be assured that you can trust Him completely with your life.  I pray that this testimony has shown you that our steps are ordered of the Lord, and if you will trust Him you will be able to enter that rest and abide in the peace that passes understanding.

Your life will then be as JoAnn’s…
an epistle and a memorial unto God.

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