Lord, do you hear my words? Are you paying attention to my sighing? In the quiet hours of the morning, I am begging you, my King and my God, to acknowledge the sound of my cries when I plead my case to you. I continue to wait expectantly for your answer.
I know that you are not a God who tolerates unrighteousness, and the evil one cannot live and walk with you. You hate all evildoers, and the boastful cannot stand in your sight, neither those who are dishonest, deceitful or those who are bent on destruction.
But because of your steadfast love, I am welcomed into your house, and in awe of you, I bow down toward your holy temple.
Continue to lead me in your righteousness and make your will and your way clear to me, for the sake of my enemies…because there is no truth in their mouths, and they are full of destructive plans. Their throats are open graves, and their words are filled with empty promises and flattery. Make them bear their guilt, Lord; Use their own words of advice to trip them up and make them fall. They are rebelling against you, Lord. Their sins have separated them from you, and they are cast away from your presence.
But, let me, and everyone who takes refuge in you be filled with joyful songs forever, as we rejoice in You. Spread out your mighty arm of protection over us, so that we who love you may celebrate and delight in You. Because you bless the righteous, Lord, and you protect them with your kind assistance, as with a shield.
It’s beautiful, Lyn. You have taken the psalm and made it yours. A priest recently said during a talk that it isn’t even the words that are so important, but the desire to speak them to God and the act of doing so that matter. I feel like you have done that wonderfully here.
Thank you, Kat.