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Ricky Sang Pretty

A Devotional Thought from Psalm 147:1–12



1  Praise ye the Lord:

For it is good to sing praises unto our God;

For it is pleasant; and praise is comely.

2  The Lord doth build up Jerusalem:

He gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.

3  He healeth the broken in heart,

And bindeth up their wounds.

4  He telleth the number of the stars;

He calleth them all by their names.

5  Great is our Lord, and of great power:

His understanding is infinite.

6  The Lord lifteth up the meek:

He casteth the wicked down to the ground.

7  Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving;

Sing praise upon the harp unto our God:

8  Who covereth the heaven with clouds,

Who prepareth rain for the earth,

Who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.

9  He giveth to the beast his food,

And to the young ravens which cry.

10  He delighteth not in the strength of the horse:

He taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man.

11  The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him,

In those that hope in his mercy.

12  Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem;

Praise thy God, O Zion. Psalm 147:1–12


Ricky Sang Pretty!

He would sing at the top of his lungs and it was pretty!

Don’t get me wrong, his voice was not very good. His diction was poor, there was hardly ever a discernible word in his performance. When we would sing, Ricky was no where near the beat. He had no talent for singing, he didn’t have a pleasant tone, he had no rhythm and yet amazingly, his singing was pretty! Ricky had a heart for singing like nobody I have ever known, as a matter of fact he had a big heart for everyone. Oh yea, I should probably tell you, Ricky had an extra chromosome. He was an incredible blessing to me.

Ricky gave our church a distinct personality, his love for music was contagious to the congregation. Ricky didn’t just sing pretty, he sort of danced pretty too! His favorite song was Amazing Grace and whenever it was announced he would clap his hands with excitement. He was so thrilled when he would sing that he would move his arms like he was priming a pump bringing the song up from his soul!

Someone might ask, “but Bald Believer, how can you say that his singing was pretty if he didn’t have any talent for singing?”


The very first verse in today’s reading gives the answer.


Psalm 147:1
Praise ye the Lord:
For it is good to sing praises unto our God;
For it is pleasant; and praise is comely.

The Scripture tells us that praise is comely. In other words, praise is pretty! I can say from his own Word that our God does not focus like we do on the voice of the singer, but on the heart. When someone praises him with a sincere heart he hears and is pleased.


God thinks sincere, heart felt praise is pretty.


One day Jesus was sitting in a house filled with people when a woman walked up to him and poured expensive ointment over his head. The sweet smell of the ointment filled the room as it ran down his body all the way to the floor. This worshipping woman then began to wipe the Lord’s feet with her hair. Can you believe she used her hair? Most women I know are very conscious of their hair and yet this one was using hers as a wash cloth. Why? I suppose she understood that the Lord doesn’t care that much about the look of ones hair but he sure does find praise very pretty!


Ricky is no longer singing at the church that I pastor. His contagious enthusiasm is no longer lifting our hearts toward the heavens. While we are deprived of his pretty songs, Heaven is not! Ricky is now singing in the presence of his creator.

At Ricky’s funeral service, I asked everyone present to think about four letters during the service, WWRD (What would Ricky do?) I asked them to forget about the critical person next to them and to just do what Ricky would do and make a joyful noise to the Lord. Will you think about those letters today and commit to giving Jesus what he really wants and deserves, your heart and your praise?

Ricky sang pretty, will you?











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