Post #141

Psalm 141

A psalm of David.

1 O LORD, I call to you; come quickly to me.
Hear my voice when I call to you.

2 May my prayer be set before you like incense;
may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice.

3 Set a guard over my mouth, O LORD;
keep watch over the door of my lips.

4 Let not my heart be drawn to what is evil,
to take part in wicked deeds
with men who are evildoers;
let me not eat of their delicacies.

5 Let a righteous man ^[a] strike me—it is a kindness;
let him rebuke me—it is oil on my head.
My head will not refuse it.
Yet my prayer is ever against the deeds of evildoers;

6 their rulers will be thrown down from the cliffs,
and the wicked will learn that my words were well spoken.

7 They will say, "As one plows and breaks up the earth,
so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of the grave. ^[b] "

8 But my eyes are fixed on you, O Sovereign LORD;
in you I take refuge—do not give me over to death.

9 Keep me from the snares they have laid for me,
from the traps set by evildoers.

10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
while I pass by in safety

Reflections

When I'm not inspired...it's usually because I haven't been reading much of the Inspiring.

It's pretty embarrassing.

The Wisdom you give, though You freely grant
Is more precious than precious stones.
More valuable than gold, silver, or rubies,
Wisdom is where You make Your home.

Radiance surrounds You, though You take cover in clouds of darkness,
That we're not consumed by Your glory,
Less we be undone, and unmade because You're so holy,

"We put our hope the Lord.
He is our Hope and our Shield.
In Him our hearts rejoice,

For we trust in His holy name,
Let Your unfailing love surround us, Lord,

Our hope is in You alone."
We have no other Faith.
You are the sole Provider of Life.
To You alone we pray.

Hear us O God,
We fall to our knees,
Our faces are covered in guilt,

Wipe away the tears,
Tear down the high places left,
Send forth Your cleansing Spirit.
May Your life replace my death.

mmhmm

What can I say,
What can I do,
What can I think,
To more wholly honor You?

How can I serve,
Where can I go,
How shall I live,
That You love be known?

May we sing Your praises everyday?
May we lift hands up high to adore You?
May we cry out to our Lord our strength?
All that we bring is for You...

Let nothing be held back,
Let us be true,
Let it be authentic,
Faithful like You...




Lord, what I want, is for to want what You want.
I'm tired of seeking to please my will,
Help me to live a life after You,
Jesus save me from myself.

King, You're holy and perfect, pure and righteous,
Good everyday, always,
Your love endures, it never quits,
Purify me in Your blaze.

Bless the Lord, our souls! Rejoice!
Life up holy hands and raise Your voice.
Even in the silence proclaim His greatness,
Bring unto our God a magnificent noise,

Is it proper?

I get anxious about posting every once and awhile. Not anxious in that I worry about posting, but rather I wonder what of what I have I ought to post or how often to post or how long the post should be...I deliberate about the content...is it proper?


O if only I could dive into the mind of the Most High,
I would snatch up all that I came across, or at least I would try
To embrace the presence of Wisdom, let it flood my life.
Overflow into my world, You Who guides the Bride.

All hopes aside, I slide into my chair,
Wondering what he's gonna say, leaving his conscience bare,
As I stare, drifting, he knows I'm not there,
Slams his fist upon the table and dares me to care,
About what I ask, c'mon, what's fair is fair,
I pay to do what I want...and I spoke it with flare,
He responded with a question that raised my hair,
Into my reality he was attempting to tear,
But when it comes to my life I'm not willing to share,
Try and catch me with a quandary by setting your snare,
I'll observe and burn it with, bring down the whole kingdom,
Set your life on fire with my profound freedom,
My motto is if you can trade unfairly, then cheat 'em,
Bring them to your jungle and eat 'em, let them in the game, and beat 'em
Break the lame down and mistreat 'em
That's the life we roll, better be believin'

This is the same story from another point of view, still inside of my mind

I'm the other psyche, the repressed memories of pain,
The tendencies to build walls around me to stay sane...
If anyone knew my problems I'd be flayed alive,
I'm so self-deprecating that from myself I hide,
Deep in my heart I abide, muffling my cries,
Couldn't break out of this prison even if I tried,
What I need is a Savior, but I can't swallow my pride,
I really want you close but nope,
Instead I'll push you all to the side,
Striving to find, a Redeemer who can love me down to size,
In the end I'm just a child that's been living a lie,
Pretending I'm sly,
Giving my mind a bribe,
Hoping, but like I said, all hopes aside....

Who can hear the hearts of the lost?
Who can see the bodies tossed
Into graveyards full of souls that couldn't pay the eternal costs.
Burn away the dross...

God is love.


Therefore a definition of "to Live": When "I" connect with God.

I stop short of the breath I could have took.
Took a moment too long to look,
Shook away the thought that I missed the chance,
For a second too long I paused in a trance.
I was awed in the romance...

But in the end, I was called to the low-lands,
To pickup and restore the broken....

Only when I understand thanksgiving can I understand life...
Only when I offer true thanks will I be reconciled.
Not through my sacrifice of religiosity,
But through a holy life of service tendencies.
Commit my way to Your way,
May I be safe in that Day.
O my holy God, bless Your name.

Breathing...

Only in the "arid" dry times of the spiritual walk do we recognize our own dependence on our own wills.
Perhaps the reason the dryness is so dry is that we're searching for comfort from ourselves...
What if the reason the dry times are so hard is a result of our desire for comfort...
By that I mean, when our desires aren't met...it feels as if we can't breathe...
When we are relying upon our own desires...are we really trying to emphasize God's will rather than our own?
Are we so out of tune with God, that when He tries to build us up and grow us...we feel like He isn't even around...it's as if the air gets thicker and harder to swallow...
What is breath but life itself..the life of God
When we feel dry and out of tune with God...is it because we have forgotten how to breathe?
Is it too hard to swallow the Truth?

Do people suffocate from life because they can't connect with God?
Is it because God hasn't made Himself available? Or rather is it because they choose not to accept the only way to live...by breathing Him in?

I wonder if John the Baptist was like Survivorman... ;)






Which sower am I, what ground are you?
Am I nonexistent, have you been tended to?