Not much wiggle room this morning. The songwriter doesn’t really provide a pass for anyone of the household of faith.

Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good;
His faithful love endures forever.
Let Israel say,
“His faithful love endures forever.”
Let the house of Aaron say,
“His faithful love endures forever.”
Let those who fear the Lord say,
“His faithful love endures forever.”

(Psalm 118:1-4 CSB)

God is good. Fact! His faithful love endures forever. Fact! Let those who fear the Lord say so. Command!

Let the redeemed proclaim it. Let the recipients of abundant, overflowing, all-sufficient grace declare it to be true. No wiggle room here. No saying, “Not today, don’t feel like it.”

It’s not about how we feel. And it’s not about our circumstances. But its all about His unchanging character. For He is good.

And what grabs me this morning in this psalm is that He Himself provides all the “material” I need to say so . . . or, to sing so.

The Lord is my strength and my song;
He has become my salvation.
There are shouts of joy and victory
in the tents of the righteous.

(Psalms 118:14-15 CSB)

The LORD is my song!

In Him is the melody. In Him are all the chord progressions and lyrics I need. In Him are the verses, the chorus, and even the repeat-it-over-and-over-and-over-again bridge.

Because I am in Christ, glad songs are in me, in my tent. The shouts of joy and victory present even in times of struggle and battle. His Spirit within me is the band leading me in worship, providing the accompaniment, and connecting the praise of earth to the throne of heaven.

He is my song! Oh, what a glorious thought to chew on to begin the day.

I’ll let another, far more eloquent than I, take it from here . . .

“The Lord … is my song,” says Isaiah (12:2). That is to say, the Lord is the giver of our songs. He breathes the music into the hearts of His people; He is the Creator of their joy. The Lord is also the subject of their songs. They sing of Him and of all that He does on their behalf. The Lord is, moreover, the object of their song; they sing to the Lord. Their praise is meant for Him alone. They do not make melody for human ears, but to the Lord. “The Lord … is my song.” Then I ought always to sing. And if I sing my loudest, I can never reach the height of this great argument, nor come to the end of it. This song never changes. If I live by faith my song is always the same, for “the Lord … is my song.” Our song to God is God Himself. He alone can express our intensest joy. O God, You are my exceeding joy. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, You are my hymn of everlasting delight. — Spurgeon

The LORD is good. His faithful love endures forever. Let those who fear the LORD say so. Let them sing so.

He is our song! Amen?

By His grace. For His glory.