Psa. 45:1 ¶ My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King; my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
David is trying to describe with words the prophetic anointing that would often come upon him. It wasn’t that David was a great songwriter, he was a supernatural songwriter. I guess you could say he was just a channel, or vehicle that God’s words and songs flowed through. Today’s verse in the Message reads like this, “My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words”. That is a great way to describe prophesy, we are shaping the River into words. For those they may not quite understand, the River is a picture of the incredible flowing presence coming out from the Father and the Son. Here is how Spurgeon describes this verse.
“The learned tell us that the word may be read overflows, or as others, boils or bubbles up, denoting the warmth of the writer’s love, the fulness of his heart, and the consequent richness and glow of his utterance, as though it were the ebullition of his inmost soul, when most full of affection. We have here no single cold expression; the writer is not one who frigidly studies the elegancies and proprieties of poetry, his stanzas are the natural outburst of his soul, comparable to the boiling jets of the geysers of Hecla. As the corn offered in sacrifice was parched in the pan, so is this tribute of love hot with sincere devotion.”
The amazing thing about this particular Psalm, Ps.45; it is a glimpse into the beginning of the heavenly ministry of Jesus Christ. Paul quotes some of this Psalm in Hebrews 1. In it Jesus is clearly addressed as God by God the Father. Paul also describes the anointing poured on Him to equip Him for His heavenly ministry as our High Priest. This is how the Message describes the scene.
Psa. 45:6 ¶ “Your throne is God’s throne,
ever and always;
The scepter of your royal rule
measures right living.
Psa. 45:7 You love the right
and hate the wrong.
And that is why God, your very own God,
poured fragrant oil on your head,
Marking you out as king
from among your dear companions.
Psa. 45:8 ¶ “Your ozone-drenched garments
are fragrant with mountain breeze.
Chamber music—from the throne room—
makes you want to dance.
So go ahead, step into the River. Allow the River to flow into you and then flow out of you. Don’t be surprised when you too start shaping the River into words.