Thread by @BethMooreLPM

When my dumb alarm goes off well before dawn, I so don’t want to get up. These words of David have pulled me out of the bed so many times.

“I will sing; I will sing praises.
Wake up, my soul!
Wake up, harp & lyre!
I will wake up the dawn.
I will praise you, Lord.”Ps.57:7b-9a.

Don’t you love how he’s telling himself to shake off the slumber & get up? “Wake up, my soul!” Then he tells his instruments to get-cracking. “Wake up, harp & lyre!” Then my favorite part. He determines to get up before daylight & wake up the dawn instead of dawn waking him up.

And we’re left with this spectacular image of the sleepy psalmist, hair awry, eyes still a bit glued together, rolling over, grabbing his harp, standing to his feet under the early morning stars & praising God like a song-alarm to the sun. And before long, the sun is up, awakened

by a groggy mortal bent on worshiping God. Of course, the sun would have come up without a solitary mortal awake. Without a single hymn of praise to its Maker or to man’s.

But I think maybe David thought, “Why let it?”