God, You are my God; I eagerly seek You. I thirst for You; my body faints for You in a land that is dry, desolate and without water. So I gaze on You in the sanctuary to see Your strength and Your glory. My lips will glorify You because Your faithful love is better than life. So I will praise You as long as I live; at Your name, I will lift up my hands. Psalm 63:1-4
My words…
Who can write like David? Not me. His prayers and songs to You have freed the shackled hearts of people for centuries. I just listened to the story of man, worldly in every way, who, upon hearing one sentence from one hymn, found You. And he didn’t even know he was seeking. Just one phrase of a song brought tears to his eyes and his spirit to its knees. I know how he feels! There have been so many psalmists besides David who have drawn words from deep within their souls, like water from a well, and recorded them for You and for others. As much as I would love to write a psalm worthy of David’s, my well is not as deep. So I offer to You, my favorite psalms, written by others, strung together in one song of praise and reflection. Your angels can put it to music:
You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.
Mild He lays His glory by, born that man no more may die.
You didn’t want heaven without us, so, Jesus, You brought heaven down.
The waves and wind still know Your name.
Who would have thought that a Lamb could rescue the souls of men?
Unheard by mortals are the strains that sweetly soothe the Savior’s woe.
All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
But this I know with all my heart; His wounds have paid my ransom.
I can only imagine.
The heavens are roaring the praise of Your glory, for You are raised to life again.
Bread of heaven, feed me til I want no more.
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well with my soul.
Be Thou my vision, oh Lord of my heart.
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee.
God, who called me here below, shall be forever mine.
God has made His saints victorious; sin and death shall not prevail.
Lift your voice; it’s the year of Jubilee. And out of Zion’s hill salvation comes.
Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day.
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be. Lord let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.
