From the opening words of the song you can’t help but be drawn in. It says it’s a psalm of David. But after reading just the first verse you know it’s the Savior’s song . . . that it’s autobiographical . . . and, that it’s unbelievable!

My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?

Those are the opening words of Psalm 22. They are also Jesus’ words . . .those He cried out with a loud voice as He hung on Calvary’s cruel cross (Matt. 27:46) . . . forever identifying Psalm 22 as His psalm . . . a prophetic, Messianic psalm . . . forever linking His experiences with the lyrics written by the shepherd / sovereign / songwriter, David.

What insight it provides to the Savior’s suffering. Made a to feel like a worm (v.6) . . . aware of the mocking and derision that was cast upon Him (vv. 7-8). His life being absolutely drained from His body . . . His bones stretched out of their joints by His own weight on the cross . . . His heart like wax as it suffers congestive failure drowning in His own fluids. His strength gone . . . His mouth dry as desert ground . . . knowing He is about to die (vv.14-18). His hands and feet pierced, He looks down and can count all His bones as they seek to break out of His flesh . . . and, as He looks up, He sees His Gentile executioners, the dogs, as they stare at Him . . . and gloat over Him . . . and gamble for His clothes (vv.16-18).

Oh, what did my Savior endure that my sin might, once for all, be atoned for? What did my Savior go through that I might know His righteousness? How poor was the Son of Man made that, through His poverty, I might be made rich? Hallelujah! What a Savior!

But here’s what really grabbed me this morning . . .

Yet You are He who took me from the womb; You made me trust You at my mother’s breasts. On You was I cast from my birth, and from my mother’s womb You have been my God.   (Psalm 22:9-10 ESV)

What mind-bending insight into the workings of the Triune God. Though Father, Son, and Spirit are perfectly one, the humiliation of Christ put Him in a position of absolute dependence upon the Father. If the first part of Psalm 22 give us insight into the mind of Christ as He hung on the cross, then did Jesus reflect upon His lowly birth as He waited for that moment when He would enter death? How aware was He of His self-imposed frailty . . . as One taken from the womb . . . as One dependent upon His mother’s breast for life sustaining nourishment . . . as One, though He was God, taught to trust in God? Behold the Man! . . fully, perfectly, man!

The depths of the descent made by the King of Creation in order to enter into His creation is beyond understanding. The absolute human dependence which God the Son had upon God the Father through God the Spirit is a mystery.

And . . . it is a beckoning to wonder and worship. It is an invitation to awe.

You who fear the LORD, praise Him!
All you offspring of Jacob, glorify Him,
and stand in awe of Him, all you offspring of Israel!   (Psalm 22:23 ESV)

What a song! What a Savior! Amen?