Modern Psalm of Deliverance

**My goodness.  It has been almost a week since I posted the tips for writing a psalm.  This was such a serious process!  I had no idea that it would be so intense.  I was nervous at first, feeling like I couldn't start until I had a theme and knew where it was going.  Then I thought I needed to have a chunk of time to think, pray, and decide what area of life to write about.  When it came down to actually writing, none of these things had actually happened.  My thoughts were jumbled, I was running on three hours sleep, I was hurting from sending Emma to her first day of school, and because Esther wanted to nurse right when I resolved to start, I didn't even have both hands free!  (Did David deal with things like this?) So I read David's psalm of deliverance and decided to write about my own experience.  The terms are vague, because the details of my sin and redemption are not something I'm quite ready to display here.  Not yet, at least.  But I'm hoping that the truth of my rescue will still shine through, and that maybe someone else will identify with that.  I also tried not to edit too much.  A psalm is a prayer, and real often means raw.  I loved the process, plan to write more of these, and hope you'll try it out for yourself.**

A modern psalm of deliverance.

The Lord is my deliverer.  The Lord is my Salvation--my source of strength when I am weak.

I was sought out by my Enemy, but the Lord fought for me.

My Enemy stalked me like a beast in the wilderness.  But my God stood before me and struck him down.

Though I didn't yet know my Lord, He was already there.  He opened my eyes to His presence, and I saw his Light.

I saw the way He had laid out for me.  He showed me a future in His presence.

But my heart was filled with pride.  I wanted to set my own path.

I didn't know that the Beast was still behind me, waiting for me to fall.

He wanted to devour me.  His plan was to bury me alive.  I made my own path, and I followed it right into his plan.

I sank deep into darkness and shame. My God was there, but I shut my eyes to His light.

His love for me only caused me more shame.  His hand reached for me, but I pulled away.  I would not grasp it.

I wanted to rescue myself, but I sank deeper still. I tried to lift myself out of this pit, but the heaviness of my shame was too much to bear.

My enemy stood back and mocked.  He hurled insults at me as he watched me struggle.

He didn't have to stalk me now.  His insults were coming from my own mouth.

I heard the voice of my God, and I longed to stand in His presence again.

But my accuser's voice rang in my ears.  I was stained, ugly, not worthy to be saved.

In my misery I stopped struggling.  The enemy mocked; he had worn me down, and I was defenseless.  I let the darkness envelop me.

As I was being buried alive, I called out.  In my weakness, my voice was only a whisper. "Save me."

My rescue was swift and immediate. The Lord pulled me from the pit.

His redemption poured over me, and I could not hear anything but His voice.

My Enemy was defeated.  His insults continued, but I was not listening.  God's love drowned them out.

My God had delivered me.  The Lord is my deliverer.

 

 

Comments

[Titia]

Wow! A true depiction of the enemy's snare - our minds. Beautifully written and expressed.