I’ve been using a version of this image for my Psalm 88 blog posts. It’s a photo I took in my back yard. When I look at it I see something growing where nothing should be growing – on a rock. It’s a picture of solitude and emotion, much like what the author of Psalms 88 could have been expressing.
Normally when you think of industrial music, you think of machines and man-made grime. But not today. Today it is the beauty of nature.
My secret is God, my might and strength, my Father who lives.