Psalm 119, Verse 120

It is hard to find, among many who believe in Your Name, that sense of reverence and awe—either when people speak of You; or sing to You; or pray to You. One's posture when reading Your Word is so far removed from the reverence and awe that we see displayed by Your servants in the Bible. This sense of casualness in one's approach to You is like a disease that robs one of the wonder and awe that one can experience in the presence of the Most High and exalted King of Glory who rules in majesty and splendour and power; the only wise, invisible God that dwells in unapproachable light. If the Seraphim around Your throne cover their eyes and feet with their wings while proclaiming "Holy, Holy, Holy". If Abraham or Isaiah or John or Peter or Paul or other men of God down the ages fell prostrate before You, I pray that this generation of believers would also learn to come before You with reverence and awe.

Lately, I have found myself drawn to Psalm 119. Charles Spurgeon beautifully describes it thus:

There is no title to this Psalm, neither is any author's name mentioned. It is not just long only; but equally excels in breadth of thought, depth of meaning, and height of fervour. It is like the celestial city which lieth four square, and the height and the breadth of it are equal. Many superficial readers have imagined that it harps upon one string, and abounds in pious repetitions and redundancies; but this arises from the shallowness of the reader's own mind: those who have studied this divine hymn, and carefully noted each line of it, are amazed at the variety and profundity of the thought.

It contains no idle word; the grapes of this cluster are almost to bursting full with the new wine of the kingdom. The more you look into this mirror of a gracious heart the more you will see in it. Placid on the surface as the sea of glass before the eternal throne, it yet contains within its depths an ocean of fire, and those who devoutly gaze into it shall not only see the brightness, but feel the glow of the sacred flame. It is loaded with holy sense, and is as weighty as it is bulky.

The Psalm is alphabetical. Eight stanzas commence with one letter, and then another eight with the next letter, and so the whole Psalm proceeds by octonaries quite through the twenty-two letters of the Hebrew alphabet, from Aleph to Tau.

I thought I should post a verse each day in the hope that we all, including myself, may get an opportunity to reflect on them.