A Psalm by Depeche Mode

Read the following lyrics by Depeche Mode.

Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists, bored with life
Didn't succeed, thank the Lord
For small mercies

Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame, it's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing

Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car, ended up
On a life support machine

Summer's day, as she passed away
Birds were singing in the summer sky
Then came the rain, and once again
A tear fell from her mother's eye

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing

Do you find them "blasphemous"?

Juxtpose them with these excerpts from the Psalms.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,
so far from the words of my groaning?
O my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,
by night, and am not silent.
Why, O LORD, do you stand far off?
Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?
How long, O LORD?
Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and every day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?

You see, this is what I was talking about in the previous post when I said, "makes me feel". We jump too quickly to the good psalms, skipping the ones that are quite congruent with the situations that Depeche Mode narrated.

Does the song get it wrong? At one level yes. But at another level, not at all. It gives voice to the questions we all have, (or will have at some point in time,) questions that have been asked since the begenning. Questions I think we are entirely too quick to answer.