He was the man.
Immediately, he understood the parable.
He was the man.
It was his sin.
It was his covetousness.
He had taken what did not belong to him.
He deserved the punishment.
He deserved to die.
He went to his chambers and lay prostrate before his King.
It wasn't the degree of sin that made him weep.
It was the seperation the sin had brought.
Separation from his God, his Creator, the Holy and Just Almighty.
How did he end up like this?
What happened to all of the sweet songs of adoration in the black of night?
Where did he take his first step away?
He wept with gutteral mumblings for hours.
The servants whispered among themselves. "Should they send word to her that he was going mad?"
Finally, when there were no tears left, he found his harp.
The moon light was streaming through the window with a soft breeze.
The first strum across the strings betrayed the amount of time since he had last used his instrument. A few adjustments and it was tuned.
A sob still hung dryly in his throat.
He must find a tune to the prayer in his heart.
The night stood still as if longing to hear the melody the musician would play.
The heavens waited.
It had been a long time.
The Creator's heart smiled as He realized the man was about to offer, once again, the sacrifice of praise ~ and repentance.
The music began and the musician's words floated through the still night air more glorious and honest than a million trumpets.
It was his honest response to the realization of sin.
The whole palace stood still, as they once again, heard the rich voice sing in humble praise and adoration:
....................."Create in me a clean heart, O God,
and renew a right spirit within me.
Cast me not away from thy presence
and take not thy Holy Spirit from me.
Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation;
and uphold me with thy free spirit."......................
He sang until the sun awakened from its slumber.
He sang with a clean heart and a renewed spirit.
He was a king.
He was a man who worshipped in spirit and in truth.
He had sinned.
He was forgiven.
May the richness of Psalm 51 speak to your heart today.
Sin is sin.
It doesn't matter if it is murder, theft, or deception~ or simple disobedience.
Your sin separates you from the One who created you and loves you.
Ask Him to cleanse you ~ fresh and new ~ today.