One of the challenges I have undertaken has been to read the Old Testament in an alternate translation than the one with which I study the New Testament. The Message version provides and excellent version that really makes the Old Testament come alive and today, when I read Psalm 19, I knew it was something I had to post for all to see. Read this carefully and deliberately and behold our great and awesome is our God and His Word to us.
- God’s glory is on tour in the skies, God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.
- Madame Day holds classes every morning, Professor Night lectures each evening.
- Their words aren’t heard, their voices aren’t recorded,
- But their silence fills the earth: unspoken truth is spoken everywhere. God makes a huge dome for the sun—a superdome!
- The morning sun’s a new husband leaping from his honeymoon bed, the daybreaking sun an athlete racing to the tape.
- That’s how God’s Word vaults across the skies from sunrise to sunset, melting ice, scorching deserts, warming hearts to faith.
- The revelation of God is whole and pulls our lives together. the signposts of God are clear and point out the right road.
- The life-maps of God are right, showing the way to joy. The directions of God are plain and easy on the eyes.
- God’s reputation is twenty-four-carat gold, with a lifetime guarantee. The decisions of God are accurate down to the nth degree.
- God’s Word is better than a diamond, better than a diamond set between emeralds. You’ll like it better than strawberries in spring, better than red, ripe strawberries.
- There’s more: God’s Word warns us of danger and directs us to hidden treasure.
- Otherwise how will we find our way? Or know when we play the fool?
- Clean the slate, God, so we can start the day fresh! Keep me from stupid sins, from thinking I can take over your work; Then I can start this day sun-washed, scrubbed clean of the grime of sin.
- These are the words in my mouth; these are what I chew on and pray. Accept them when I place them on the morning altar, O God, my Altar-Rock, God, Priest-of-My-Altar.
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