I am babysitting a very wiped out 10 month old princess at the moment. After laying her down for bed, I decided my soul needs some refreshing - some Jesus time. I am listening to my current favorite worship leader, Rick Pino's song "I Really Love You." For the most part it is an almost free-style song (not as in rap, lol) where he sings out what is on his heart. It's about a 10 minute song, but I listen to it almost everyday on my way to or from work. It has so many scriptures packed into one song I couldn't be more restored than I am after I listen to it. Here's one of my favorite sections:
"I really love you... I really want you...
You lead me beside still waters, O Lord, there You restore my soul.
O Lord, whom have I in heaven but You? You are the Author and Finisher of all faith, O Lord!
O God, lead me not into temptation, O Lord, but may my cup be overflowing!
I shall not want, I shall not be in want, I really love You!
I really love you... I really want you...
O Lord, make us one with the Father, make us one with the Son, make us one with the Holy Spirit as You are three in one!
O Jesus we desire the unity of heaven, O God so we may see Your face!
Give us clean hands, give us pure hearts, for the pure in heart shall see God!
So we tell You O Lord, we tell You, O Lord,
I really love you... I really want you..."
For some reason the phrase that always strikes me the hardest is "for the pure in heart shall see God." It comes from Psalm 24:3-4 which says,
"Who may ascend the hill of the Lord?
Who may stand in his holy place?
He who has clean hands and a pure heart,
who does not life up his soul to an idol
or swear by what is false."
Once again, I am finding myself lacking a conclusion to my thoughts. I love that song, I love that Psalm, and because God loves me so, He has put it in my heart. Truths to live by! Now that I am entering a new season of life, I seek so desperately to have clean hands and a pure heart. Lord, make this my desire always, in and out of every season! I really love You.
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