Psalm 17: Satisfied at Waking
David begins this psalm like a man walking into a courtroom, but the judge he addresses is God, and the evidence he submits is his own heart. Thou hast proved mine heart, thou hast visited me in the night. There is something extraordinarily brave about inviting the Almighty to examine you in the dark hours, when no one else is watching and the soul's true furniture is visible. He knows the wicked are circling — greedy as lions, proud of mouth, eyes fixed on the ground. But then comes a request so tender it almost undoes the martial tone of the rest: keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings. The apple of the eye — that tiny, precious, impossibly vulnerable point through which all sight passes. David is asking to be that central, that cherished, that carefully guarded. And the psalm's final line lands like a quiet thunderclap: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness. Not with answers, not with vindication — with likeness. To see God and to become like what one sees. Every other satisfaction is a rehearsal for this one.
00:00 Hear the Right, O Lord
00:25 Proved in the Night
00:40 The Paths of the Destroyer
01:00 The Apple of Thine Eye
01:20 Lions Lurking in Secret
01:45 Satisfied at Waking