From Psalm 78
Perspective: The original reader of Psalms reading the unfaithful history of Israel and being humbled by their own heart
They drenched the altar
But they don't ever praise parched
They won't trust the Potter
Who only asks them for their hearts
They drag their feet to His gaze
But all He hears is them complain
What wretched ones He chose
A valley of dry bones
But
The more they choose their idols
The more I recognize
That it's me upon the page
I have Israel's heart inside
I utter a stiff-necked cry
As I too sit in exile
Saying, "I don't want to be yours"
"I don't want to be yours"
Apparently they were never free
Even after He split the sea
They walked free out of Egypt
But still enslaved themselves to sin
They mirror my own pride
It pounces like a crouching lion
Somehow I'm loved all the same
Though I am Abel and I am Cain
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