A/N: Finally Psalmfic inspiration hits again. Figures it'd come from the last Psalm in the book... anyway, this has been bouncing around in my head for a while, so it's good to get it out there. Hope y'all find something to think about in it. :)

Praise the LORD. Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty heavens.

What can be said for the Lion that has not been said already a thousand times? And yet, still it must be said. Over and over are His praises sung, in every beat of Narnia's heart. His praises reach the highest heights – in fact, it is there that they are strongest. For it is in the heights that Aslan's Country itself can be found, and one can hardly gaze upon His realm without giving glory to the One who dwells there. And it is in the highest heavens that the loudest singers reside, the source of the unceasing song of adoration, the stars. Ever since they were created, they had a purpose – to fill Narnia will the joyous song of all that Aslan had, has, and will ever do. Their song is ever present, always heard by those who dwell below but too familiar for them to recognize.

Praise him for his acts of power; praise him for his surpassing greatness.

Even the very land itself is imbued with the desire to give praise back to its marvelous Creator. Such a desire may go unnoticed in day to day life, but even the land cannot ignore the powerful acts of the Lion. Who can forget the day Aslan willingly sacrificed himself despite the fact he had committed no treachery? Such an act moved Narnia to its very core, quaking the surface with enough power to shatter stone. None can ignore the greatness and majesty that could coax such a reaction out of even unfeeling soil. What is there not to praise?

Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre,

And praise indeed Narnia gives, in every aspect of its life. The call of the battle horn always carries a hint of the roar of the Lion Himself. Though perhaps not given with words, the singing of steel on steel in defense of what is good and right and just suffices as well as any spoken praise. To Narnia, a battle is not just a battle – it is a sign that the High King above all High Kings still reigns, that His kingdom shall indeed last forever, and the glory is truly His. It is why enemies tremble at the sound of that horn: they feel the roar, the praise that is given within it, and worse, the devastating power of the Roar of the Lion Himself as He responds.

praise him with tambourine and dancing, praise him with the strings and flute,

The unending praise is found not only in the clash of the sword, but also in the joy of the dance. The Lion gave the fauns their music for a purpose, and none can use their music to convey a powerful message quite like they can. It is at its best, however, when it is used to lift up the hearts of all who hear the glorious notes to the Lion Himself, when all the joy and meaning and feeling behind it is directed towards the Grand Conductor. From the battlefield to the Dancing Lawn, each of the Narnians is uniquely equipped to give glory to the Lion – and each Narnian does so to the fullest.

praise him with the clash of cymbals, praise him with resounding cymbals.

And when the end of that world comes, oh! The joy that will come from the faithful! He will give those who have turned from Him what they so desire – a life far away from the touch of the Lion's paw – and the roar He gives at the time will be as a thunderclap. And as he takes his faithful with Him to His own country, to let them live in His presence for all of eternity, the shouts of exultation that will come! The praises they sing will resound to the highest heaven for days upon end, their volume will rival the almighty roar itself, they will peal will the rapturous delight the likes of which has never been known before. From beginning to end, His praises will be sung.

And so while Narnia waits for that day, let us serve Him as best as we can, and in doing so, give glory and honor and love and adoration to the One who deserves it as no other does.

Let everything that has breath praise the LORD. Praise the LORD.