The songwriter knew that only a great deliverance could rescue him from such great desperation. That only God showing up could reverse what was going down. And in the anticipation of such a great salvation, the poet could imagine a flood-like response of overflowing adoration.

Contend, O LORD, with those who
       contend with me;
fight against those who fight against me! . . .

For without cause they hid their net for me;
       without cause they dug a pit for my life.
Let destruction come upon him
       when he does not know it!
And let the net that he hid ensnare him;
       let him fall into it— to his destruction!

Then my soul will rejoice in the LORD,
       exulting in His salvation.
All my bones shall say,
       “O LORD, who is like You,
delivering the poor
       from him who is too strong for him,
       the poor and needy from him who robs him?”

(Psalm 35:1, 7-10 ESV)

All my bones . . . Those are the three words I’m chewing on this morning.

Everything within me. Every fiber of my being. All that I am. My very essence. At my very core. With all my heart and soul. Fervently. Intensely. Passionately. Wholeheartedly.

You get the idea.

Now apply the idea.

All my bones shall say,
       “O LORD, who is like You?”

Thinking this morning that people of great deliverance — people who once lived in great despair and darkness but who are now people of great life and light — will be people who, from time to time, will find themselves whispering or shouting, thinking or singing, with all my bones, “O LORD, who is like You?”

Way too easy to become way too familiar with the cross and it’s rescue. For the good news to somehow default to old news.

But oh, when the Spirit who lives within us reminds us of our redemption, when He impresses upon us afresh the wonders of our reconciliation, then, with every bone in our body, how can we not go down on our face and lift up our heart and respond with all our being, “O LORD, who is like You?”

Thinkin’ we can’t . . .

All my bones . . .

In awe of all His grace . . .

For all His glory . . .

Amen?