Over and over I read verses 1-5. Over and over the refrain emerges. Over and over, from a prostrate form, I bow before the Lord.
“Bow down Your ear, O Lord, hear me; For I am poor and needy. Preserve my life, for I am holy; You are my God; Save Your servant who trusts in You! Be merciful to me, O Lord, for I cry to You all day long. Rejoice the soul of Your servant, for to You, O Lord, I lift up my soul. For You, Lord, are good, and ready to forgive, and abundant in mercy to all those who call upon You.” –verses 1-5
The Lord is mighty–and I am small; so He bows down to meet me. The Lord holds all riches of life–and I am poor; so He bows down to provide.
The Lord holds life, He holds death–and all I can do is try to be holy; so He saves me.
The Lord’s holiness gives Him power to be merciful–and I need mercy; so He sears my cries.
The Lord is Creator–and I am created; so He receives the offerings of my soul.
The Lord is good. The Lord is ready to forgive. The Lord is abundant.
He is abundant in mercy, and I, but a poor soul in need of refreshing only He can bring.
This chapter, over and over, shows the greatness of the Lord and the wretchedness of man. Should you ever need a picture of the heart of the humble, this psalm paints it beautifully.
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