Psalm 71:23
My lips shall greatly rejoice when I sing to You, and my soul, which You have redeemed.
There are moments in life when words simply fall short, and gratitude wells up so deep within us that it rises into a song. Psalm 71:23 encapsulates one of those moments. The psalmist, seasoned by years of walking with God through both joy and hardship, lifts his voice in joyful praise. He does not sing out of obligation or tradition but because his soul cannot stay silent. His worship is the natural outpouring of a heart overwhelmed by God’s mercy.
This is not a song born in the ease of peaceful days but one forged in the fire of tribulation. It is a praise song that has been tested by suffering, shaped in the shadows of the valleys, and refined through tears. It is a melody of endurance, a song that has known sorrow yet still clings fiercely to hope.
This verse gently reminds us that praise is not merely music—it is a living testimony. Every word sung becomes a declaration of who God is: the Faithful One who walks beside us in every trial, the Holy One of Israel who redeems, restores, and renews. Worship becomes a sacred echo of remembrance, a proclamation that God’s goodness is greater than any darkness that dares to silence us.
The psalmist doesn’t just mention God’s blessings; he celebrates them with every fibre of his being. And we’re invited to do the same. Even on days when our voices tremble and our hearts feel fragile, we can still whisper a song of praise. Because, in those quiet moments, we declare an unshakeable truth that our God is greater than our pain, and His faithfulness endures through every season of life.
Lord, let my praises rise like a song of gratitude for all You have done. Teach my soul to rejoice, even when the night is long and my voice is weak. Amen.
