17 Do good to me, your servant, so I can live,
so I can obey your word.
18 Open my eyes to see
the miracles in your teachings.
19 I am a stranger on earth.
Do not hide your commands from me.
20 I wear myself out with desire
for your laws all the time.
21 You scold proud people;
those who ignore your commands are cursed.
22 Don’t let me be insulted and hated
because I keep your rules.
23 Even if princes speak against me,
I, your servant, will think about your demands.
24 Your rules give me pleasure;
they give me good advice.
Perhaps we wear ourselves out too quickly, as we advance on something good and true. We do step up, but we encounter confusion. From this we simply can’t ever come up with anything fresh or certain. So we just let it slide. We bring it forward without any kind of adjustments.
We do face Him without any deceitfulness. Somehow we confuse ourselves directly into such an ugly performance. It is a profound sadness, and we can’t work itself beyond this place. As I consider all of this, I must turn His sweet goodness into a certain faith.
There is still something of an invisible grace. I step up, and enter into it. There is a definite awareness, and I turn and become sure of this one separate and distinct kindness.