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Rex H. Henderson

 PSALM 88

O LORD God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee: Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry; For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave. I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength: Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand. Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps. Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah. Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth. Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee. Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah. Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? or thy faithfulness in destruction? Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness? But unto thee have I cried, O LORD; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee. LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me? I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted. Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off. They came round about me daily like water; they compassed me about together. Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness."  (Psalm 88, KJV)

 

Psalm 88

The Dark Night of the Soul

The poems begins with God, but ends
By stating, “darkness is my closest friend.”
Theologians say: This is the darkest,

Saddest Psalm in the Psalter.

The struggling, despairing believer
Feels that he has been abandoned
By God, and tells it like it is, plain
And simple, he’s rejected at death’s door.

In death’s dark shadow, darkness builds.
The writer’s “soul is full of trouble,

drawing near the grave, counted among the
dead without strength.”

Job did not know why he was suffering,
But God had a purpose. It was to show
Satan, the demons and the watching
Angels that a man will serve for love’s sake.

Like Job, the author does not curse God

And die, but rather he clings to God and

Continues praying to Him. This is the
Full faith-victory of the saints.

 

(c) Rex H. Henderson 2003

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