Sunday, April 30, 2017

Psalms for Sunday, XC




original painting by Danielle Schneider
When you delight in a man, the path is difficult and each step is full of danger.
When you turn your gaze upon your beloved, opposition rises up and hurls stones which crush him.
When you look upon a man and say, “I chose him,” the enemy laughs and scoffs and says, “This is how you treat a man you love?”

Lord, I am undone and there is no strength left to hold any longer.
Turn your face away; I cannot bear it any longer.

Yet do not abandon me to the one who seeks to devour me.
I am distressed.
Obedience will cost me my life, and disobedience my soul.

But I have seen my own end, and still I will say, “I have learned to be content because my God is good.”

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Psalms for Sunday, LXXXIX

original painting by Danielle Schneider


Tearing and repairing.
Up and down.
Going and returning.
I am unstable in all things.
I am a contradiction; drawing close to you for a moment, then wandering recklessly away.

But you, Lord, you are unchanged.
Your ways are new, but never contrary.
You are steadfast.
You are a Rock, and I anchor myself to you.
Your fire never diminishes.
Your refreshing is forever pleasant.
You are the Constant One.

I trust you, and I find my peace.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Psalms for Sunday, LXXXVIII



original painting by Danielle Schneider
Oh, happy day! Jesus is the Way!
Celebrate because sadness and grief are replaced with gladness and relief.

What a glorious morning, the sun rises in the east, and you rise with it.
Death is not an enemy; it has no power over heaven.
Is there a better reason for my soul to sing?

You kept your word. You live forever, and forever we, your people, will rejoice with song and dance.

Oh, happy day! Jesus is the Way!
Celebrate because sadness and grief are replaced with gladness and relief.

Praise Him with song.
Praise Him with dance.
Whirling, twirling, shouts with glee;
You have not forgotten me.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Psalms for Sunday, LXXXVII


original painting by Danielle Schneider

Your words, God, are wonderful for me.
They are the very source of life.
If you didn’t speak it, I would never be free.
I become unfettered at their hearing.

Speak, and speak again; I am listening.
I will tune my ear to hear; shout your instruction, whisper your love and I will hear and respond.

In tenderness, you share your secrets.
I am so alive, so free to be loved, and love you in return.
We are lovers where intimacy lingers and pleasures unfold.

All my imperfections are made perfect at your touch, at your word.

Go, my Love, into eternity, and call to me from there. I will come.
I want to be where you are; I want to see the sound of your voice.

Speak, Lord, and I am changed.
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