Thursday, January 26, 2012

From the Rising of the Sun

It is much later in the day than sunrise, but the glorious light just broke though the clouds. I can remember like it was yesterday, how my grandmother would run around the house, it seems, opening the curtains and exclaiming "Look at that Glorious Sunlight!". I capitalized those words because that's how she said it.
So here we are, yet another day, and a few words began to emerge from my spirit and my soul. My memory began to knit a few thoughts together and then they all came into place when I looked them up.
Psalm 84! Who can do better at expressing the soul's deepest prayers than this;

84 Quam dilecta!


How dear to me is your dwelling, O LORD of hosts! *

My soul has a desire and longing for the courts of

the LORD;

my heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.


The sparrow has found her a house

and the swallow a nest where she may lay her young; *

by the side of your altars, O LORD of hosts,

my King and my God.


Happy are they who dwell in your house! *

they will always be praising you.


Happy are the people whose strength is in you! *

whose hearts are set on the pilgrims' way.


Those who go through the desolate valley will find

it a place of springs, *

for the early rains have covered it with pools of water.


They will climb from height to height, *

and the God of gods will reveal himself in Zion.


LORD God of hosts, hear my prayer; *

hearken, O God of Jacob.


Behold our defender, O God; *

and look upon the face of your Anointed.


For one day in your courts is better than

a thousand in my own room, *

and to stand at the threshold of the house of my God

than to dwell in the tents of the wicked.


For the LORD God is both sun and shield; *

he will give grace and glory;


No good thing will the LORD withhold *

from those who walk with integrity.


O LORD of hosts, *

happy are they who put their trust in you!

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