Psalm Chapter 94

Psalm 94: The God Who Planted the Ear

There is a moment in this psalm that stops you cold — one of those arguments so simple and so devastating that you wonder why you never thought of it yourself. The wicked are oppressing the widow, murdering the fatherless, and reassuring themselves that God does not see. And the psalmist turns on them with a question that has the force of a thunderclap: "He that planted the ear, shall he not hear? he that formed the eye, shall he not see?" It is not a theological abstraction. It is common sense raised to the level of revelation. The Maker of the instrument is not deaf to its music. But the psalm does not stop at divine surveillance — it moves to something far more intimate. "In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul." Here is a man who knows the anxious churning of a mind at three in the morning, and who has discovered that even there, in the inner chaos of worry and doubt, God's comfort arrives — not as an idea but as a delight. The psalm begins with a cry for vengeance and ends with a rock of refuge. The distance between the two is the journey of every honest prayer.

00:00 O Lord, to Whom Vengeance Belongs
01:00 He That Planted the Ear
02:00 Thy Comforts Delight My Soul