Thinking of kings and the eloquence with which you imagine they speak, I am drawn to Spurgeon’s reminder for this morning. King David “mourned the fewness of faithful men, and therefore lifted up his heart in supplication: Help, Lord.” Psalm 12:1 How's that for "eloquence"?
I’m reminded of King Jehoshaphat in a difficult battle, short prayer to the point, “We do not know what to do; our eyes are on You!” And then remembering back a long time ago, a girl in her early twenties, living in sin and realizing her need: “Help, Lord!” Dependence on God is a blessing with promise. Kings feeling overwhelmed with enemies or poor young people living broken lives… all are needy and all by grace are brought to the place where: “In Him our help is found! Let us not be slack to cry to Him.”
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