my inspiration.

I love how David fellowships with the Lord,

I have a picture of him leaning against the Ark of the Covenant, singing psalms to the Lord.

I have a picture of him crying his eyeballs out at Ziklag, and I could imagine how he hugged the ephod for answers.

I have a picture of a shepherd boy, playing the harp in a huge field amongst sheep.

I have a picture of a King dancing joyfully without worry nor shame.

no wonder, no wonder the psalms are so beautiful. because it was written by a man who enjoyed the Lord.

because the psalms were real, written from a tender heart.


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