For Now, Lord
It’s been long enough, Lord!
I’ve had enough.
Enough of this burden of sin, already.
It has weighed me down beyond my alotted three-score and ten years.
Since I was a youth You have pricked my conscience and given me the desire to keep my eyes fixed on the back of your head as you lead me in the paths of righteousness.
Too soon I grow weary.
I’ve longed to see your face.
But that longing too soon fades.
I am left only with weariness.
Long enough our Enemy has looked down his nose at me with disdain.
He taunts me with my failure to keep my eyes on your back, as you lead, Lord.
He faces me, Lord, with dazzling, but empty promises.
Places within me desires that are not yours.
He scoffs when I stumble from the load of meaningless rules that he concocts from Your Word.
Soon enough I will feel your embrace.
Soon enough I will know your smile.
Soon enough I will know your plan for my life.
Soon enough I will see the burden that has been lifted from my shoulders.
Soon enough I will join with countless others who will praise your forgiving love forever.
For now I will trust your plans.
For now I will choose to follow.
For now I will trust without seeing.
For now I will praise what I cannot see.
For now I will believe what I cannot understand.
In the waiting time give me strength,
Psalm 2015: 1113
What’s in a Leaf for Life?
You bud to life in spring.
As with life you’re cool and clean,
A lovely, tender green.
What’s in a leaf for life?
Enough green to make hearts sing
Of God and His everything!
What’s in a leaf in Fall?
When by red and orange tis blushed;
When by rain its rustlings hushed?
Were a leaf to think,
Would he ever know
That God rules all below?
Were a leaf to choose,
Would he still choose death
That he might give breath
To another leave in Spring?
A leaf as lovely still as him
To bud, as he, on yonder limb
To catch my roving eye
Next Spring to yonder bough?
Will I wonder again, as now?
Suppose he’s thinking now,
Of men in life
And all their hurried strife.
Is he, like I, wondering
Why men here on earth
Have so little regard
For men of fellow birth?
Does he ever ask his fellow leaf,
“Will men ever learn to think?
Will man, at his troubles wink?”
Will he, the face of God discern;
And being soothed by me, sing
Of God and His everything?
Of His works for men on earth?”
But leaves don’t act that way,
Only our imaginations play.
They live together, though as we,
But still they have no strife.
So, what is in a leaf for life?
A leaf lives only to give –
Give food, give life, give shade,
Give repose to the lovely meadow glade,
And calmness to beast and bird.
And to man, gives rest
Where he can think his best.
Think of God, and man
Of man and strife …
Of what’s in a leaf for life.
A Psalm of Thanksgiving
I will rise early in the morning
O Lord, to give thanks.
Though I have walked in iniquity,
You have stalked me in stealth
As a Mighty Hunter stalks his prey.
Though I have lived in joy
Within the camp of the enemy,
You have loved me.
You have saved me from my own wisdom.
I will lift my voice in thanksgiving.
Years have I wander the earth
In search of pleasure and wealth.
But wealth you have hidden from me.
For this I give thanks, and praise your name.
You have shown me in my golden years
That gold and silver are only
The tangible display of how I spent my time.
Time spent in doing your will
O Lord, carries no golden fruit,
But the fruit of knowledge,
And a life everlasting with You.
I will give thanks for
The gratitude of others,
The smile of a child,
The warmth of shelter,
The love of a spouse,
The trill of a bird,
Another day to experience
the wonders of your Love.
But most of all I would give thanks
For your everlasting Love.
Love that know no bounds
Towards the sinner that I am.
Thank you Lord for pursuing me
with your offers of Love
Even through my days of rejecting and spurning of that Love
Thank you for tackling me to the ground in Love.
Thank you for wooing me as no other.
Thank you for your untiring efforts to bring me Salvation.
Your name be praised for the rest of my days,
And may words of Thanksgiving be continually on my lips.
A Psalm of Don, a modern psalmist
A few weeks ago one of the staff members challenged us to try our hand at composing a Psalm, after the manner of King David. “Fashion it in today’s English and today’s issues, but make it read like it was written 3,000 years ago.”
To give these Psalms a reference, I call them by the year in which they were written, followed by a sequential number. Thus my first one was Psalm 2014:1
I will praise you, o my Lord
Praise you for your infinite grace.
When my enemy surrounds me
I will lift my voice in praise.
I will praise you for comfort
Praise you for leading.
When my internet goes down
And my blood pressure goes up.
I will give you, O Lord,
The focus of my life.
When my car won’t start
Its battery dead,
Even then will I praise your name.
When my router crashes
And my hard drive won’t spin,
I will turn to you, O Lord,
For it is you who saves.
Though I walk in the shadow of the rainbow
I will fear no evil.
Your mercies are beyond understanding,
Your wisdom beyond belief.
I will turn to you for my answers,
To you for my comfort.
Yea, though I am on the brink of despair,
You lift me from the pit of my own understanding.
Under your wings, O Lord, I am protected.
Deliver me, O Lord, from the counsel of the ungodly.
Deliver me from me.
I will praise you all of my days.
May I live in the house of the Lord forever!
A Psalm of Don