Words are like men and women. Some are as weak as a scarecrow’s handshake. Other words are as strong as Mr. Skunk’s fragrant odor after he munches down a bermuda onion. Words are important.

David knew the importance of words. The words of his poetry will shine in the firmament of faith’s blue skies forever. David’s joys and sorrows, mountain tops and valleys were best expressed in words.

David also knew fathers were important. He who had been raised by a simple father in a burg called Bethlehem. He who had watched his father’s flocks and kept them from the ravening wolf and the wily rustler. He who had raised ten sons and seen them fight and claw for his tottering throne. His children had disappointed him and exalted him.

The psalmist sings his swan song in our passage. He gives to Solo…