Bring my soul out of prison that I may praise thy name: Psalms 142:7
Who among us has not, at least for a time, found our soul in prison, cordoned off from praise. The steely bars of spiritual captivity with their cold hard reality making spiritual blessings seem very distant. The separation from praise is a self perpetuating dungeon that robs of us joy and peace. Our soul shivers in the darkness, cowers in the corners, and satisfies itself with a meager menu that barely sustains life. The feeling of solitary confinement becomes overwhelming.
The depression dirge becomes our lamentation:
Will the Lord cast off for ever?
and will he be favorable no more?
Is his mercy clean gone for ever?
doth his promise fail for evermore?
Hath God forgotten to be gracious?
hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies?
That dreadful prison that keeps us from praise! But this is not a prison of brick and mortar. It is a prison constructed of things much more sinister.
Secret Sin, etc....
We watch the walls go up around us and bemoan the separation from praise in a prison of our own making!
In such an hour as this may our prayer be that of the Psalmist: Bring my soul out of prison that I may praise thy name. Having prayed the prayer let us begin the demolition of the prison we erected around our soul and even then begin the process of praise as we prostrate the prison walls!