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Psalm 101


1 I will sing of your love and justice;
   to you, LORD, I will sing praise.
2 I will be careful to lead a blameless life—

(I am thankful that we can be blameless by bringing our sin before the Lord on a regular basis...)

  when will you come to me?

   I will conduct the affairs of my house
   with a blameless heart.
3 I will not look with approval
   on anything that is vile.

   I hate what faithless people do;

 (I  hate, or strive to hate what they DO, and I DO - not hate myself or the people who commit faithless acts)

  I will have no part in it.
4 The perverse of heart shall be far from me;
   I will have nothing to do with what is evil.
 5 Whoever slanders their neighbor in secret,
   I will put to silence;

(I'm afraid at times it is my very own lips that I am having to put to silence...and thus far I haven't had much confidence when it comes to stopping the gossip of others)

whoever has haughty eyes and a proud heart,
   I will not tolerate.

(Hmm, once again it is often the sins of my own heart that I am learning not to tolerate)
 6 My eyes will be on the faithful in the land,
   that they may dwell with me;
the one whose walk is blameless
   will minister to me.

 7 No one who practices deceit
   will dwell in my house;
no one who speaks falsely
   will stand in my presence.
 8 Every morning I will put to silence
   all the wicked in the land;

(Hopefully I will bring my own wickedness before the Lord, ask Him to purify me - and then be sure that I do not listen to the lies that wickedness would love for me to believe about myself and/or others)

I will cut off every evildoer
   from the city of the LOR
D.

(hmmm...I'm sure David knew exactly what he was talking about, but I have no idea what he meant - how we are supposed to do that, and even if we are supposed too?)

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  1. This is great. In love hearing/ reading our reflections interspersed with the verses.

    I love you!!

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