Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy loving kindness:
according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.
Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.
Psalm 51: 1-2
I thank you my Lord, my God for your Mercy and Grace. For it is through you, with you, and in you that I can come before you to be cleansed as soon as my spirit convicts me accordingly... by your principals... precepts... and commandments. You know my heartfelt pleadings just as you knew Davids. My repentant heart humbles me... the precious blood of the lamb, your son, my Lord Jesus washes over me... my prayers are heard and fulfilled according to your will... in your perfected timing... with the fullness of your Mercy and Grace. Thank you for cleansing my reputation and restoring my destiny in you, my Lord... my God.
Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.
Hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities.
Create in me a clean heart, O God: and renew a right spirit within me.
Psalm 51: 8-10
Strength, serenity, and hope. Cleansing brings a refreshing newness. If you garden, you can "see" how a fresh spring rain makes all the flowers bright, every leaf is greener, and birds are chirping with such joy. There is a song by C. Austin Miles, "In the Garden:"
I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
I’d stay in the garden with Him,
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
I’d stay in the garden with Him,
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
Make time today to walk with Him, to talk with Him, and to let Him love you...
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