Sustain in me a willing spirit.
I've asked for the joy so many times, But it's only gone when the spirit is unwilling and I exit salvation to my own shame, and pain. What is this indulgence in degradation? Why must I not delight in the fruits of cleanliness, honest study of truth and its symbiotic counterpart; love, from which it will not be prised? So for the sake of the joy of walking in salvific truth and with the endless reserves of the love with which I was bought and freed, grant in me a willing and generous spirit that my steps may bring you joy. A poetic reflection on Psalm 51:12 written 30/05/12. Please listen to my spoken word and musical interpretation: (also please excuse the poor timing on the guitars at points)