Psalm 119, Verse 121

I see You as a Refiner who sits in mercy and justice and carefully watches as You test and purify me as silver. As gold is refined in fire, You O my Maker, puts me also through the furnace so that I too can come through more precious than that yellow metal. Not for a minute longer will You keep me, for You do not test me beyond my ability to bear. You know it is not easy, my merciful High Priest, because You too went through all of this. I draw near to Thy throne of mercy and grace for You who sympathises with my weakness always comes to my rescue—for did You not promise, "I am with you always?" May You constantly find in me a spirit that rejoices in Thee. Because I do what is just and right, let praise and thanksgiving flow forth from my innermost being and out from my mouth, for You Sovereign One who rules and reigns forever, will never disappoint me. Never!

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.