When God is Glad

Paul Tripp continues his honest and hope-filled meditative writing on Psalm 51.

In the pain of my confession it's hard to recollect the fleeting pleasures of my sin. My shame hides your face. My anguish drowns out your voice. ... ....

There's no place to run. There's no place to hide. I can't escape what I have done.
I can't erase my stains. So in my grief I ask for one thing. I long to hear You sing.
I long to see You rejoice.

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