Psalm 77 is supremely a psalm of memory: the psalmist in their present distress remembers the great deeds of God in the past as well as their own times of personal deliverance and is able to take comfort and hope for the future. I find verses 5 and 6 especially moving:
I have considered the days of old: and the years that are past.
I call to remembrance my song: and in the night I commune with mine own heart, and search out my spirits.
So, as you will see in my response, this psalm has been a prompt to me to look back on my life and trace the way God has held me through dark times and never let me go.
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As heaven’s mercy falls like gentle rain.
I lift my face and let it wash me clean.
In all my times of trouble, darkness, pain,
I cry to him. I come to him and lean
Again into the comfort of his grace
And I remember all that he has been
To me in all my years of life. I trace
Once more the story of his love:
He sought me even when I turned my face
Away from him, descended from above
And found me in my hiding place. His might
Broke up my clouds of darkness, and he strove
Against the waves of chaos, in the night
Of my affliction, when he recued me
And led me out of darkness into light.
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