About Me

Phoenix, AZ, United States

Monday, October 15, 2007

My lament

I cried out to God for help; I cried out to God to hear me. When I was in distress, I sought the Lord at night I stretched out untiring hands, but my soul refused to be comforted...

I remembered you, O God, and I groaned; I mused, and my spirit grew faint. You kept my eyes from closing I was too troubled to speak. I thought about the former days the years of long ago; I remembered my songs in the night. My heart mused and my spirit inquired:

Will the Lord reject forever? Will he never show his favor again? Has his unfailing love vanished forever? Has his promise failed for all time? Has God forgotten to be merciful? Has he in anger withheld his compassion?

Then I thought, to this I will appeal:

The years of the right hand of the Most high. I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes I will remember your miracles of long ago, I will meditate on all your works and consider all your mighty deeds...

2 comments:

Emanicipated? said...

I haven't read your previous stuff so I don't have the background as to the reason for your affliction but I will comment nonetheless because your words in this post moved me.

I have found that its true about the Lord not giving you more than you can bear...be full of faith, he will answer.....he is never too far away.

Joe said...

What you say is very true... my blog was actually quoting psalms 77... it is strange how much comfort the psalms provide when facing a valley... thanks for your words of encouragement, friend. - Joe