A riff based on Psalm 9. You
are welcome to read this psalm in several translations before engaging my
amateur attempt.
God, we know the truth of the
mystics, that if the only prayer we utter is, “Thank you,” it is enough. Thank you for hugs, campfires with s’mores,
vacations, air conditioning, and creation that takes all our words away. How can humans even begin to think we have
any of this figured out? How can we
pontificate and put others down and not see that our point of view is a - one
single - view from a point? God, silence
us from the madness around us and the chaos within us. For those who know only hate and fear, God,
we need Your wisdom to help. We know it
is only Your way that can help right the wrongs, yet our agendas and opinions
and desires keep creeping in and clamoring away. God, help me sing Your song. God, shelter me in Your shadow of
unconditional love and unceasing grace.
And when I think it is all about me or that there is no use in trying or
that it is all just too much because the scoreboard of life shows my foes are
winning by too much, remind me that faithfulness cannot be measured, and Your
love always wins. Let me hold fast to
Your way, truth, light, justice, presence, peace, grace, and love this
day. Amen.
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