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.

The first doesn’t always equal the second.

But the children are more likely to be faithful if they have the father’s faithfulness to learn from and reflect.

Here is something in which I have not been faithful:

“We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, what work thou didst in their days, in the times of old” (Psalm 44:1).

I am too quiet.

Too withdrawn.

About the works and wonders of God.

So what — if anything — will I do about it now?