By the time you arrive at Psalm 145, your soul should be straining at the leash.
You’ve walked through the green pastures of Psalm 23, staggered at the abyss opening under the wicked in Psalm 73, marveled at the omniscient tenderness of Psalm 139. You’ve seen tears soak Psalm 51 and hope blaze through Psalm 40. The Psalms have been pulling back the veil …