“«A Song of degrees» Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O LORD. Lord, hear my voice: let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.” (Ps 130:1-2 AV)
A very appropriate opening to a song of degrees. A song of degrees was a psalm sung as the penitent climbed or ascended the temple mount. It is more than likely the child of God would sing this while ascending the mountain. What follows these two verses is a confession of sin and desire for mercy. This would be the normal course of action. Upon reaching the tabernacle or temple, the Hebrew worshipper would offer a sacrifice for his sin. He cries out for God’s mercy in reflection of his failure to live perfectly in the law. We do not need to limit this cry to forgiveness only. Any time we approach the throne of God, these words are appropriate. It is the desperation in the voice that moves the heart of God. Desperation founded in truth and sincerity is a prayer that God cannot, nor will not, ignore.
I have spent much time in the hospital. As a chaplain, I have visited many. To a different degree, they are all suffering. But one can tell the moans or cries of someone who is hurting to the core compared with someone who is dealing with less pain or discomfort than they realize. Don’t get me wrong. Pain is not comfortable. It is annoying at best. It is debilitating at the highest level. I have prayed with those who were in for a minor infection. I have also ministered to those who were in such discomfort that they could not speak. They looked at me with deep pain in their bodies without the strength to cry out for relief. Those were always the hardest patients to see. Maxed out on pain medication, there was nothing more that could be done. Unless the body expired or healed itself, there simply was no relief. This is the depth of which our psalmist speaks. It is anguish so deep that divine relief is the only treatment. Divine relief and only divine relief.
Those who have experienced this depth of anguish know exactly of what I speak. It is an anguish so deep that all but God becomes non-existent. Perhaps we are laying in bed and mourning the unfortunate events of life. Maybe we are lonely. Maybe we are suffering from untold depth of pain. Perhaps there is no sunshine. Every day seems like a dark day. There is no incentive to get out of bed. We are in the anguish of our souls to the degree that we cannot function. Take a lesson for the writer above. One task. That is all that needs to be done. Ascend the mountain of God and pour out your soul to Him. Just one task. Don’t worry about everything else until you have done that one thing. The writer got relief because he was humble, desperate, and sincere. He wanted to be right with God, and nothing else matters. Maybe it is not sin that has you so low. But whatever it is, rest assured, God does not ignore the cries of the desperate. When the writer reached the top and offered his sacrifice, God answered. He cried in the depth o his soul, obeyed the LORD, and trusted Him for the mercy he sought.