Asaph is an honest songwriter (see Psalms 50, 73-83). He doesn’t write songs for mass consumption. They aren’t marketable. They fail the radio test. He is the opposite of everything that is popular in our world. His songs are gritty, honest, vulnerable, mildly offensive, brutally convicting, and so close to crossing the line you wonder why God would allow it. He steps to the very threshold of calling into question the wisdom of God without crossing over. The Lord permits this type of song, I think in part, because pilgrims like me relate better to cracked vessels trying to hold water than to museum pieces. We are clay pots (2 Corinthians 4:7), unworthy and undignified. There is something about Asaph I relate to. If we get over ourselves and everything we know, we instinctively echo this poem. It’s nice to know we aren’t crazy for thinking the way we do sometimes. Another songwriter who had this quality was Rich Mullins. I’ve always liked his music. He died 15 years ago when he was just a few years older than me. We lost a modern prophet. My favorite song is a robust and weighty ballad called “Hard to Get“. In it I hear a Psalmist.