Psalm 119.121-123 I have done what is just and right; do not leave me to my oppressors.

Psalm 119.121-123

I have done what is just and right; do not leave me to my oppressors. Give Your servant a pledge of good; let not the insolent oppress me. My eyes long for Your salvation and for the fulfillment of Your righteous promise.

Yes, Lord, help me to see the unseen. I want the fire that Pascal saw, the flooding of my soul with Your presence. The sights, sounds, aromas of the Unseen that were present to John, can they be mine also? He heard, smelled, felt, tasted, saw and the Unreal became Real. Let it be so for me, O Lord!

Can Your Presence be so real to me that I can hear Your voice, smell the aroma of the incense that clings to Your garments, feel the clasp of Your arms about me, taste the salt on Your lips as we kiss, and see the incomparable beauty of Your face? Can I, Lord, can that be mine?

What stands between me and this bliss? Where does my self intrude? Is this some sort of a catch-22? I think not. You are not playing games with me, toying with me – testing whether or not I will persevere in seeking You. You are not going to give me a hint of what can and should be and then withhold that glory from me.

I am a child of the King, a prince of the realm. I want the privileges and trappings that are mine. To see the Unseen, hear the Unheard, feel the Untouchable, taste the Untasteable, smell the Unsmellable.