At first you don’t expect it. David’s on the run . . . Saul’s got a bounty out on him . . . the shepherd boy who would be king one day is hiding in a cave. And with his back against the wall (literally) he prays . . . that makes sense. And with attackers about him as lions and fiery beasts, their traps set to capture him, he praises. That makes less sense . . . at first.
David’s situation leaves him no alternative but to cry out to God (Ps. 57:1). And when he does he is reminded of “the God who fulfills His purpose for me” (57:2) . . . he affirms his faith in the One who “will send out His steadfast love and His faithfulness!” (57:3) . . . and he catches a fresh glimpse of Him who is holy and seated on high, and yet who delights to “descend the throne” in order inhabit the praise of His people. And so, amid the storm, David exalts Him who is above the heaven . . . He whose glory is over all the earth (57:5).
And though the cave is dark . . . and the enemy is near . . . David’s resolve to praise is unwavering. Though everything around him would conspire to cause him to be down, the God who envelopes him inspires to get up!
My heart is steadfast, O God,
my heart is steadfast!
I will sing and make melody!
Awake, my glory!
Awake, O harp and lyre!
I will awake the dawn! (Psalm 57:7-8 ESV)
Awake my glory . . . rouse yourself . . . all that I am, get out of bed . . . and stir the dawn with the voice of singing. Make music with with your instruments . . . even if that instrument is but a heart tuned to sing His praise. There is, for the child of God, the opportunity to know a steadfast heart which can, apart from circumstance, awake the dawn with overflowing worship. I just need to get up!
Way too easy to slumber. Times are good . . . I’ve got everything in control . . . snooze on the couch. Time are not so good . . . everything’s out of control . . . crawl in to bed, pull the covers over my head. No! Get up! Cry out to God Most High . . . and see, if in the panic, the praise doesn’t start to flow. Communicating the need of the present will have a way of bringing to mind the provision of the past . . . and thanksgiving isn’t afar way. Acknowledging the greatness of God . . . sufficient for every need . . . will prime the pump of giving glory to God. I just need to get up!
Let me start this morning . . . awake, my glory. Let me prepare for this Sunday . . .awake, O harp and lyre and guitar (I just added that)! Let me usher in the day, regardless of its circumstance, with the sounds of His glorious praise on my lips.
Get up! . . . that He might be lifted up! Amen?