Psalm 130

December 9, 2006

The psalmists were not unlike most of us–they knew depression. And they knew about waiting.

I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning, more than those who watch for the morning.

We wait it out, and we remember the morning. We sing sad songs together, we repeat lines that need to be repeated. We watch, and we wait, and we look for the coming light.

watchman

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