Psa 45:2-4 Thou art fairer than the children of men: grace is poured into thy lips: therefore God hath blessed thee for ever. Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty. And in thy majesty ride prosperously because of truth and meekness and righteousness; and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things.
The last few days, I have just been meditating on our Saviour in the context of Ps 45. I think of him, strong, fearless, majestic. My heart sings when I think of him. I see Him riding upon a white steed out of Rev 19:11. He weilds the sword of truth with skilful dexterity, deftness of stroke and strength of conviction.
I can't hide my love for Him, it burns in my heart with deep conviction. I long to see Him who gave all for me and yielded His life upon the cross.
Grace is poured into His lips and God has blessed Him forever. These words just thrill me. My beloved is blessed, blessed forever and His inheritance is mine, mine by faith it is mine. I am blessed because He is blessed.
What a relief to know that my beloved rests, yes rests in the bosom of His Father. He knows He is blessed. The secret of Sabbath rest is in the rest of Jesus in the bosom of His Father. The blessing of the Sabbath is this very rest. Not one who stands in their own power and glory. Not one who continually fights for their position and self-existance. No, my beloved is Blessed. He has a God even as we do. He went from earth to His God and our God John 20:17
Lord Jesus, indeed you are full of grace and truth. Your throne O God is forever and ever and I delight in your administration of the Father's Law. I pledge my allegiance to You, O Son of the Highest. I reject the claims of Satan against you. You are the Son of the Living God and I am made free in this reality. Your yoke is easy and light and I rest in your bosom even as you rest in your Father's
Blessed art thou Son of David, Mighty King, ruler of all creation.