Light, space, zest—
that’s God!
So, with him on my side I’m fearless,
afraid of no one and nothing.
2 When vandal hordes ride down
ready to eat me alive,
Those bullies and toughs
fall flat on their faces.
3 When besieged,
I’m calm as a baby.
When all hell breaks loose,
I’m collected and cool.
4 I’m asking God for one thing,
only one thing:
To live with him in his house
my whole life long.
I’ll contemplate his beauty;
I’ll study at his feet.
5 That’s the only quiet, secure place
in a noisy world,
The perfect getaway,
far from the buzz of traffic. The Message
We can be so familiar with the language of the psalms that we lose sight of the grave and fearful danger David so often found himself in. We see the words on the page about enemies and foes, and so on, and we’re used to them. Perhaps we sometimes fail to imagine how we ourselves might feel if surrounded by ravaging, beast-like opponents? We need to try to enter in to David’s experience to realise what a gift (miraculous gift) his calm, composed spirit is/
Where do your ambitions lie? What do you desire most? David was a man after God’s own heart, I think, because he loved and desired God above all else. He was profoundly God-centred.
One thing I ask from the Lord,
this only do I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life,
to gaze on the beauty of the Lord
and to seek him in his temple.
5 For in the day of trouble
he will keep me safe in his dwelling;
he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred tent
and set me high upon a rock (4,5) NIVUK
This ”One thing” defined David’s life.
We live in a noisy, busy world. Its many voices scream at us from all sides, clamouring for our attention. For the most part they speak (shout!) trivia. But David knew where the ‘secret place’ is.
”The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he refreshes my soul.” (Ps.23:1-3a) NIVUK
Grace Clement wrote this beautiful hymn:
‘Dwelling in the secret place,
Overshadowed by His grace,
Looking up into His face,
Seeing only Jesus.
Hidden there from all alarm,
Safe from danger, fear and harm,
Holden up by His strong arm,
Seeing only Jesus.
Dwelling there, how truly blest!
Leaving all, how sweet to rest,
Head upon my Saviour’s breast,
Seeing only Jesus.
Resting there, no more to roam,
Drawing near to heaven and home,
Waiting there until He come,
Seeing only Jesus.’