Praise the Lord

Tim Brown

READ : Psalm 117

Praise the Lord, all you nations . . . (v. 1)

The brevity of Psalm 117 provides us with an opportunity to practice a spiritual discipline that Jesus knew from childhood. Rising early in the morning he would have hidden all of the psalms in his heart so that he could delight in them and summon them in an hour of need. Whether confronting the Evil One in the wilderness, or crying out on the cross, the Word of God was locked in his heart!

I find these words from a poem by Steven Wright titled Borrowed Words especially helpful. Maybe you will too.

It is a justifiable theft

This praying of borrowed words.

My own words gave out years ago

Like the wind when a ship hits the doldrums.

I drifted, prayerless, until I learned to borrow words.

Now the pleas of Heman and Solomon

The plaints of Asaph and David

Propel me on

As they leap from my lips, heavenward, carried by Christ.

They were his words at first, Borrowed by psalmists

And borrowed back when Hanging on the cross he cried,

My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?

Surely, my God, Thou wilt not forsake me

If I borrow Thy words, and offer them back to Thee.

Hide the psalms in your heart! Jesus did!


Give us the discipline, O God, to hide your Word in our hearts!