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The Psalmist declared,
"O how I love your law!"
He found it best to meditate upon it
The guidance of your hand,
made known through your word,
brought wisdom
O Lord, that my feet would never leave your path
but only take me deeper into your heart

I have hidden your word
beneath layers of tissue and bone
divided to the marrow, sewn and patched
and still
and in quiet places
that I might not sin against you

I want to know the beauty of your holiness
and those moments where I've tasted and seen
have left such a hunger
Yet in your Word I am filled
Deeply from the well, my thirst is satisfied
I gain understanding from your precepts
therefore, I hate every wrong path

In the light of your word
hidden places are made known
and I can see the throne room

- posted by Jonathan@ 11:44 AM