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| He drew me up ...set my feet upon a rock |
I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the desolate pit, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord.
—Psalm 40:1-3
Psalm 40 is one of the most beautiful and meaningful psalms, but I don't think I'd ever given much thought to the connections it makes. Just looking at the first three verses, I can draw a direct line between my hopeful waiting and somebody else's trust. Once again, we see how waiting is active: its impact is not only on the one who waits, but on those whom they later encounter.
I love to sing the psalms, and apparently Bono does too. Here he is singing 40:
I love to sing the psalms, and apparently Bono does too. Here he is singing 40:
Our tears have turned the earth into a swamp, Lord. And though my feet may be stuck in the mire, yet I will wait for you to draw me out. Then grant me a voice—a voice to sing your praise, so that others will see that it is you who saves. In my helplessness you empower me to help others. Thank you, God, in Jesus' Name. Amen.
