February 27, 2026
Psalm 95
1 Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord;
let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.
2 Let us come before him with thanksgiving
and extol him with music and song.
3 For the Lord is the great God,
the great King above all gods.
4 In his hand are the depths of the earth,
and the mountain peaks belong to him.
5 The sea is his, for he made it,
and his hands formed the dry land.
6 Come, let us bow down in worship,
let us kneel before the Lord our Maker;
7 for he is our God
and we are the people of his pasture,
the flock under his care.
I have heard people say that the real philosophers of our age aren’t the ones writing thick books, (I have a few of those on my shelf) they are the ones writing poems and songs. I believe there is something to that. Haven't you noticed how a song can sneak into your imagination with a simple melody, and suddenly the words become the way you make sense of your world. They shape how you remember, how you hope, how you pray even.
I find it interesting, strange in some ways, how the songs I loved between about age sixteen and twenty‑five seem to stick with me. Do you experience that too? That probably explains why I still drift toward the music of the 70s and 80s. Those songs carry memories, road trips, friendships, heartbreaks, first jobs, first freedoms. They’re like little time capsules.Which songs from your teen and young‑adult years still feel like home?
Psalm 95 comes from Israel’s own ancient playlist, one of King David’s greatest hits. And according to this psalm, God isn’t opposed or iritated by noise. David practically shouts, “Come on—sing! Make a joyful racket!” Why? Because when you stand in the presence of a God who shaped mountains with a word and cut oceans into place, silence just doesn’t feel like the right response.
Here is the thing, King David knows how forgetful people can be, his ancestors had barely completeed the walk through the Red Sea before they started complaining again. So he reminds them: This God is our rock. Our rescuer. Our Shepherd. The One who leads us to places where our panting souls can catch our breath again. When we remember that, something shifts in us. We remember who we are and whose image we carry into the world.
God spoke, and creation bloomed. God breathed, and life began. It seems to me, if that’s not worth singing about, what is?
Let's Pray
God of joy and steady love, gather up all the scattered pieces of our attention and turn them toward you. Let the songs we sing, whether loud and confident or quiet and trembling, become places where our hearts wake up again.



