Psalm 45:2 might not be talking about me at all.

It might be talking about Jesus or about His people as a whole.

Whatever the case, the middle clause seized my attention this morning:

“Thou art fairer than the children of men: grace is poured into thy lips: therefore God hath blessed thee for ever.”

Not rubbed on like chapstick.

Not dribbled in like a potent medicine.

Not sipped in like hot tea.

Poured in!

Generously. Abundantly. Constantly.

That’s how I want grace to affect my speech.

That’s how I want grace to result from my speech.

So that’s how I need grace.