Horror hath taken hold upon me because of the wicked that forsake thy law. Psalm 119:53 Horror hath taken the field, Hold me close. Upon me place your wing, Because of angry words, The wicked proudly wound. That behavior illustrates corruption, Forsake not thy servant! Thy law surrounds me like a fence.
The proud have had me greatly in derision: yet have I not declined from thy law. Psalm 119:51 The proud rage, Have no hope, Had no faith. Me, broken by rage, yet hoping, Greatly in derision, I esteem my soul wounded. Yet, your grace contradicts my calculus. Have I faith? Not declined, your Spirit restores,Continue reading “Law #51”
So is Solomon right? Is labor vain? Shall I endure hardship with no relief? Keep me from selfish vanity, Thy law purifies corrupt notions. Continually check me, For ever encourage me, And ever use me.
Give me? I don’t know what I need. Understanding? I think like a child, And, there’s nothing more to add. I shall cry out, Keep me close, visit me early, draw me closely. Thy law paves my way. Yea, you correct my childish need, I shall praise your holy name. Observe it, he put hisContinue reading “Law #34”