Psalm 51:12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation,
and uphold me with a willing spirit. English Standard Version (ESV)
Steven Curtis Chapman has been a favorite Christian artist of mine for decades. On of his earlier songs that struck me was "Still Listening". It had powerful meaning to me in a challenging time in my life. It is not about Christmas, but it was about prayer and remembering our thoughts and prayers to God offered in the faith of a child.
The years can take us far away
From the simple child like faith
But I am longing to return
To the place where I first learned
That God is great, and God is good
So, I will speak the words
[Chorus:]
God, our Father, once again
I bow my head to pray
You are my Father and my friend, and You hear every word I say
A prayer for forgiveness, A desperate cry for help
Or praise flowing from a thankful heart
Like each time before, I come knowing You're still listening
The years can take us away from a child like faith as we let the stresses of life, illness, strained relationships and disappointments get between us and God. This psalm was written at a time when David had fallen far from God. But he longed to return to God and he called out to God to "God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life." God honored that prayer and restored the relationship. It didn't happen automatically or by chance. David had to pray it from a repentant heart.
If Christmas has lost some of it's joy, it's wonder, it's hope for you or a loved one. Maybe God's Word is calling you to return, to do a Genesis work in your heart to bring the wonder the joy, peace and hope back to you in this season. One thing I can tell you, if you'll say the words, He is still listening.
-- In Christ, Mike Folllow the Verse of the Day blog at http://mikesvotd.blogspot.com Ephesians 1:7 In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace. NIV
Psalm 51:12-15The Message (MSG)
7-15 Soak me in your laundry and I'll come out clean,
scrub me and I'll have a snow-white life.
Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,
set these once-broken bones to dancing.
Don't look too close for blemishes,
give me a clean bill of health.
God, make a fresh start in me,
shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.
Don't throw me out with the trash,
or fail to breathe holiness in me.
Bring me back from gray exile,
put a fresh wind in my sails!
Give me a job teaching rebels your ways
so the lost can find their way home.
Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God,
and I'll sing anthems to your life-giving ways.
Unbutton my lips, dear God;
I'll let loose with your praise.
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