Oh come, let us sing to the Lord;
let us fmake a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation!
2 Let us hcome into his presence with thanksgiving;
let us fmake a joyful noise to him with songs of praise!
3 For the Lord is ia great God,
and a great King above all gods.
4 In his hand are the depths of the earth;
the heights of the mountains are his also.
5 The sea is his, for he made it,
and his hands formed the dry land.
6 Oh come, let us worship and bow down;
let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker!
7 For he is our God,
and we are the people of his pasture,
and the sheep of his hand.
Today, if you hear his voice,
8 do not harden your hearts, as at Meribah,
as on the day at Massah in the wilderness,
9 when your fathers put me to the test
and put me to the proof, though they had seen my work.
10 For forty years I loathed that generation
and said, “They are a people who go astray in their heart,
and they have not known my ways.”
11 Therefore I swore in my wrath,
“They shall not enter my rest.” Ps. 95
This passage begs to overflow in worship. Verses 1 and 2 command thanksgiving and when I get to verse 7, I find resonance with the greatest thankfulness in my own heart.
I am not my own! Not my own designer, creator or keeper.
After 15 years of anorexia, I know that I cannot manage that. I fail and I am miserable with every arrogant effort. The greatest peace, for which I am thankful, is resting in the arms of my Creator-sustainor.
Let me worship and bow down before my Maker and God. Father, keep my heart soft always and direct it to your purposes and glory. (1 Chron. 29:18)