The Lord Of Our Years

Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever You had formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God. - Psalm 90:2


When the Concise Oxford English Dictionary announced in 2006 that the world time was te most often usen noun in the English language, it didn't seem surprising. We live in a world where people are obsessed with using days, saving minutes, and trying to find more hours in the day. Although each of us has all the time that there is, few of us think we have enough.

Perhaps that's why Psalm 90 is such treasured passage. It shifts the focus from our time-bound lives to our eternal God. "Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever You had formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God" (v.2).

A stanza in Matthew Bridges' well-known hymn "Crown Him With Many Crowns" begins: "Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time." A potentate is a sovereign, a monarch, an anointed majesty - one who does not seek appointment or run for election.

God created time. He rules and transcends it. When we feel frustrated by the calender or captured by the clock, a quiet reading of Psalm 90 reminds us that our days and years are in the hands of our eternal God.

As we humbly bow before Him, we see time from a new perspective. - David C. McCasland


Crown Him the Lord of years,
The Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime. Bridges

We must have a right view of eternity to know the real value of time.

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Psalm 90

Before the mountains were brought forth, Or ever you had formed the earth and the world, Even from everlasting to everlasting, you are God. You turn man to destruction, saying, "Return, you children of men." For a thousand years in your sight Are but as yesterday when it is past, As a watch in the night.

You sweep them away as the sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass. In the morning it sprouts and spring up. By evening, it is withered and dry. For we are consumed in you anger. We are trouble in your wrath. You have set our iniquities before you, Our secret sins in the light of your presence.

For all our days passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh. The days of our years are seventy, Or even by reason of strength eighty years; Yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, For it passed quickly, and we fly away.

Who knows the power of your anger, You wrath according to the fear that is due to you? So teach us to number our days, That we may gain a heart of wisdom. Relent, Yahweh! How long? Have compassion on your servants! Satisfy us in the morning with your loving kindness, That we may rejoice and be glad all our days.

Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, For as many years as we have seen evil. Let your work appear to your servants; Your glory to their children. Let the favor of the Lord our God be on us; Establish the work of our hands for us; Yes, establish the work of our hands.

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