The Psalms supply me with the words I need and sometimes want to say to my God. Words that celebrate His reality: "The heavens declare the glory of God." Words that confess His action in my life: "You have turned my mourning into dancing." Words that express my utter dependance: "In my mother's womb, You formed me." Words that convey my hoped-for intimacy: "This one thing I desire, that I might dwell in the house of the Lord forever." The Psalms tutor my soul in my love for God.
Harold Fickett, as quoted by Philip Yancey in "The Bible Jesus Read," page 124