call for songs of loudest praise.
I can’t sing this song enough! His mercies are too numerous to count. Too vast to measure. Unfathomable. Inexhaustible. Brand new every day. Considering these never-ending streams of mercy in my life does indeed call me to praise.
And it never leaves me! “Your Goodness and mercy will follow me ALL the days of my life” (Psalm 23:6, emphasis added). I can rest assured that there will not be a day in this life that is without His mercy. It is, and will ever be, right beside me. I can take that to the bank! These streams of mercy, never ceasing, will never cease for all who have trusted their life to Jesus the Good Shepherd.
But wait... How can this be? How can I reconcile that truth when my Dad suddenly dies and I don’t get the chance to say goodbye? How can I reconcile God’s mercy when I am getting three shots in my little girl’s body for the one-thousandth time? How can I reconcile it when I step off a cliff of anxiety and depression for years at a time? Mercy? Never ceasing?
I was singing through Psalm 42 in one of these “super-hard-to-believe-mercy-is-following-me” seasons. And I was REALLY going for it! Did you know that most people’s singing is louder than their shouting? I know it is for me. It is the loudest noise I can possibly make, and I was making it!
Deep calls to deep
My salvation is in you and you alone!
For me, this didn’t feel like a streams-of-mercy moment. I was in streams of TROUBLE. More than streams! Breakers of suffering and pain crashing over me one after the next. And the trouble was calling, as deep calls to deep. As if The Spirit was pulling notes out of my mouth. Cries of confusion. Wails of “Where are you, God?!” Laments in this dark night of the soul. Songs of loudest praise.
Come thou fount of living water
Call for songs of loudest praise
So is the word “trouble” interchangeable with the word “mercy?” No.
Can He handle our complaints and laments? Yes.
Do you remember the song “How He Loves?” by John Mark McMillan? Do you remember the controversy over the “sloppy wet kiss” line? Oh yeah, you read it right! It was real, and it was making the Christian music headlines for sure! It didn’t take long for a small lyric change––the “sloppy wet” was transformed into “unforeseen” and now it was palatable for our pews on Sunday.
Do you know where that song came from? It was hitting the charts when my dear friend John Mark was on the road with us. Late one night on the bus after a show, I asked him how he wrote this song that was quickly becoming a YouTube sensation.
John Mark teared up. He began to talk about an evening that happened seven years prior when he got a phone call out of the blue. He learned that his best friend had just been killed in a horrible car accident. He collapsed to the ground and a few hours later, in a puddle of a sloppy wet mess, he began to pray:
We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If His grace is an ocean, we're all sinking,
And heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don't have time to maintain these regrets
When I think about, the way that He loves us
Oh how He loves us
Oh how He loves us
And He is jealous for me,
Love's like a hurricane, I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy
It never leaves. It’s not intimidated by death, or sin, or depression. In fact, it flexes in the sloppy wet mess. So, if streams of mercy are feeling more like trouble today, lift your voice to Jesus who is mercy. Let the streams of trouble call you to songs of loudest praise, and let those cries prepare you for an eternal weight of glory beyond all compare.