The Scholar's Corner

Beautiful are the praises that arise through the veil of tears Which give thanks to God in the midst of sorrows and declare His glory through the valley of grief. Beautiful are these praises and precious in His sight. Like fine wine and scented oils they gladden the Father's heart. Beautiful are those who ascend the mountain of prayer With bruised knees and bleeding feet Who are determined to give God honor no matter what the cost. They are true warriors who serve God in spite of loss And who love Him for who He is not simply for His benefits. So will the Father reward them that seek Him through trials and troubles Who are not dissuaded by the cost. With such the Father is well pleased for, tried and tested, they prove They love Him more than Life itself. Beautiful are the praises of those who suffer They are a sweet fragrance rising up to the Father's mouth a beautiful garland for the Crown of Christ. To the eyes of the Lord – those who sorrow and continue to praise Are diamonds and sapphires in His Crown of gold. The Lord is not ashamed to call them his brothers.

 

 

This psalm was written at a time when all hopes of answered prayer and fulfillment in life were gone. I decided to praise God anyhow. I sensed the Lord was pleased. What purer praise can there be when, by it, we have no hope of gain? We have no ulterior motive but simply to praise Him because of who He is. When all self interest is gone from our praises, these praises must surely be acceptable in His sight!

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