✙ Ps 89:15-16
Consistency must be the key. Can I reasonably expect to run around shouting with my hands waving in the air all day every day? I think that the festal shout that God's people know must be more in my heart than on my lips, for it's not an occasional ejaculation, but an all-day song of praise, sung while walking in the light of God:
There’s a song in my heart that my lips cannot tell,
and my soul is with happiness filled,
since the Savior has come in my life to foretell
the sweet treasures in store for His child.
O would that the words might be given to me,
to show you how sweet ’tis to dwell
with Jesus, who gave to my life this dear song,
the song that my lips cannot tell.
O the peace and the joy of this song in my heart,
fill my life with a blessedness new,
and I long for the wisdom and power to impart
his great message—so wondrously true.
There’s a song in my heart that my lips cannot tell,
and my soul is with happiness filled,
since the Savior has come in my life to foretell
the sweet treasures in store for His child.
O would that the words might be given to me,
to show you how sweet ’tis to dwell
with Jesus, who gave to my life this dear song,
the song that my lips cannot tell.
O the peace and the joy of this song in my heart,
fill my life with a blessedness new,
and I long for the wisdom and power to impart
his great message—so wondrously true.
✙ Irene Young
Bless me, Lord, with your light guiding my feet as your praise fills my heart; in Christ's Name, who taught me to pray...
