Rex H. Henderson

PSALM 32

A Psalm of David, Maschil.

Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man unto whom the LORD imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile. When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long. For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah. I acknowledged my sin unto thee, and mine iniquity have I not hid. I said, I will confess my transgressions unto the LORD; and thou forgavest the iniquity of my sin. Selah. For this shall every one that is godly pray unto thee in a time when thou mayest be found: surely in the floods of great waters they shall not come nigh unto him. Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah. I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine eye. Be ye not as the horse, or as the mule, which have no understanding: whose mouth must be held in with bit and bridle, lest they come near unto thee. Many sorrows shall be to the wicked: but he that trusteth in the LORD, mercy shall compass him about. Be glad in the LORD, and rejoice, ye righteous: and shout for joy, all ye that are upright in heart. (Psalm 32, KJV)

Psalm 32

Forgiveness and Blessedness

The Psalm throbs with repentance,
And flares in rapturous gratitude
With the joy of forgiveness, and then
Turns to the misery of sinful servitude.

David wallowed in the mire. His lips were
Locked in silence caused by rebellion, sin,
And iniquity which means breaking the law,
Missing the mark and twisted therein.

By Nathan came conviction. David confessed,
And the Lord forgave and restored.
His sins were lifted, covered and remembered
No more. Blessed is he whose sins are covered.

When the waters rise, and judgment comes,
God will be a fortress, the hiding place.
Charles Wesley thought about troubles
In life and prays for God’s grace.

Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll, while the
          temptest still is high:
Hide me, O my Savior, hide till the storm of
          life is past;
Safe into thy haven guide, O receive my
         soul at last.

Every tear sparkles like a diamond
In the sunshine of pardon, and he who
Begins with the cry of forgiveness
Will end with joys he never knew.

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