Let the godly sing for joy to the Lord; it is fitting for the pure to praise him.
Dear heavenly Father, though I don’t have an awesome singing voice, I do trust an awesome gospel. I am godly only because you have hidden my life in Christ, and I am pure only because you have robed me in the righteousness of Jesus. Hallelujah, many times over! At least my heart can sing with gratitude and robust joy.
2 Praise the Lord with melodies on the lyre; make music for him on the ten-stringed harp. 3 Sing a new song of praise to him; play skillfully on the harp, and sing with joy.
Father, you are the quintessential artist, and you have given us the gift of music and gifted musicians to express our love to you, and deepen our enjoyment of you. For the arts and the artists in our communities, we praise, bless, and adore you.
4 For the word of the Lord holds true, and we can trust everything he does.
But what really fuels my worship this today, is this reminder of the truth of your Word and the trustworthiness of your heart. Though we don’t understand everything you do, we can trust you with all things. Though we often wish you’d adjust your timeline to fit our druthers, we can trust you are doing all things well. Though we’ll only understand some things in heaven, we can totally trust you now. Though we’ve experienced the pain of broken trust, you remain trustworthy—all the time in every way.
5 He loves whatever is just and good; the unfailing love of the Lord fills the earth.
Father, though we can’t see it with the natural eye, your unfailing love is orchestrating and controlling every aspect of our lives; and one Day your justice and goodness will completely fill the earth. Hasten the Day, Lord; hasten that Day. Until then, fuel our joy and strengthen our trust. So very amen we pray, in Jesus’ triumphant and tender name.
