I can’t imagine how David could have packed anything more into a twenty-one verse psalm than he did into Psalm 145. Right out the gate, his purpose is clear, “I will extol You, my God . . . and bless Your name forever . . . I will bless You . . . and praise Your name forever . . . Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised and His greatness is unsearchable” (145:1-3).

David’s on a mission with this psalm. He is bound and determined to lift up the wonder and works of our great God . . . he barely takes a breath as he declares the greatness of God. He talks about what God has done . . . he sings at the top of his lungs about who God is. Though God’s greatness is unsearchable, does that stop David from searching? Nooooo! . . . “On the glorious splendor of Your majesty, and on Your wondrous works, I will meditate.” (145:5).

This psalm is an absolute powerhouse of praise. Talk about your “pick me up” . . . talk about your “lift Him up!” And, it’s in the midst of this symphony of awe and wonder and worship that a couple of verses in particular catch my attention . . .

All Your works shall give thanks to You, O LORD, and all Your saints shall bless you!
         They shall speak of the glory of Your kingdom and tell of Your power, . . .       (Psalm 145:10-11 ESV)

I saw the words “your saints” and thought, “Hey, that’s me! Listen up Corak!” Ok, so I ain’t really no saint if you’re thinking of a saint as some super spiritual, has-totally-got-his-act-together”, perfect person . . . just ask my wife or daughters. But, if we’re talking about saint as in “those sanctified in Christ Jesus, called to be saints” (1Cor. 1:2) . . . and we are . . . then, we’re talking about me. A child of God . . . one of His redeemed . . . called and set apart as member of His family . . . a citizen of His holy nation. So, if I’m a saint, then these couple of verses in this song are directly and specifically talking to me.

And what will the saints (aka me) do? We are to bless God . . . speak of the glory of His kingdom . . . and tell of His power. And I hover over that last part, “tell of His power.” As a set apart one . . . as a meditator of the glorious splendor of majesty (145:5) . . . as a blessor of God (145:1) . . . as a commentator of the glory of His kingdom (145:11) . . . I am to tell of His power.

And so, I sit back and think, “What do I know about the power of God? What would I talk about? What would I declare?”

First, I would have to testify of His power to save because, without that, all other evidences of His power would be hidden to me, the “god of this age” having blinded the minds of unbelievers to God, His glory, and His gospel (2Cor. 4:4). I once was blind . . . I once cared nothing for the things of God . . . I once was so wrapped up in myself and my sin that God could have been standing in front of me and I wouldn’t have recognized Him. Blind eyes . . . deaf ears . . . heart of stone . . . that was me. But I will talk of His power to save. The LORD who is gracious and full of compassion, slow to anger and great in mercy (145:8), took me to a place where He could do some spiritual “reconstructive surgery.” Unfortunately, it took some actual surgery first to get my attention, but the God of grace started to soften my heart such that I’d be open to hearing His word. He “tilled the soil” so that the powerful Word of God might be planted and take root. His word being received, He then gave me ears to hear what the Spirit says, and opened my eyes to love of God manifest in the person of His Son, Jesus my Savior!

Oh, this saint will talk of Your power! And not just of the power of the past . . . but Your power in the present, Your power to preserve this saint. Your mercies are new every morning, O Lord . . . great is Your faithfulness. Through the Holy Spirit, which You have sealed me with, Your power presides. By Your might You are able to uphold me when I fall and to raise me up when I am bowed down (145:14). You are near to all who call upon You (145:18) . . . You preserve all who love You (145:20).

And so, I will tell of Your power! Let my voice be lifted up with “Power Praise!”

My mouth will speak the praise of the LORD,
       and let all flesh bless His holy name forever and ever.     (Psalm 145:21 ESV)