Jeremy Riddle - Psalm 63 Lyrics

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PSALM 63 – LIVE IN THE PRAYER ROOM | JEREMY RIDDLE

Meaning & Inspiration

I’m still shaking the dust of the pig pen off my boots. Sometimes, the smell of the slop doesn’t just wash off; it stays in your skin like a reminder of how low the floor actually goes. When Jeremy Riddle sings, "I’ve beheld Your glory / And I am ruined," it hits different when you’ve spent years thinking you were beyond the point of being saved.

"Ruined." We usually don’t want to be ruined. We want to be fixed, polished, and put back on the shelf looking brand new. But being ruined by Him? That’s different. It’s the wrecking of a life that was built on all the wrong things. When you’ve been out there in the dark, "ruined" feels like the only honest way to describe meeting the Father. It’s not a pretty, soft encounter. It’s the kind of thing that leaves you with nothing left to hold onto except His hand.

It makes me think of Jacob limping away from his wrestling match in Genesis 32. He didn’t leave that encounter with a trophy or a promotion; he left with a broken hip. He was ruined. He couldn’t walk the same way ever again, and that was the whole point. You can't meet God and walk away without a limp. You can't look at that kind of light and pretend you’re still the same person you were when you were running away.

Then there’s that line—"time and time again, undone."

That’s the part that catches me. I want to be the son who came home and got his act together instantly, but the reality is messier. I keep getting undone. Every time I think I’ve got it figured out, every time I think I’ve earned my keep back in the house, He breaks me down again. It’s not cruel, even if it feels like it in the moment. It’s the only way He can keep me from building my own little kingdoms again.

I’m sitting here, listening to this, and I’m still thirsty. This "dry and weary land" isn't just a metaphor for me; it’s where I live. I know what it’s like to crave a drink and keep finding empty wells. But then I remember how He ran out to meet me when I was still a long way off—not because I had my act together, but because I was just standing there, smelling like nowhere.

He upholds me. That’s the mystery, right? That the same God who ruins my pride is the only one keeping me from falling apart completely. I don’t know if I’ll ever fully get past the shame of where I’ve been, but I’m tired of trying to hide the smoke stains. If being near Him means being undone, then I guess I’ll just stay here and let Him tear it all down again. There’s really nowhere else to go.