PSALM 32:7

 

You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.

PSALM 32:7

Deliver me, deliver me
Pleading both day and night
Deliver me, deliver me
Attempting with vain fight

An earnest look at Calv'ry love
Desisting my next step
His arms outstretched from up above
Proclaiming peace and rest

Post and crossbeam declare, "Come home."
Hiding no longer sin
The bridge that helps me ne'er to roam
Protecting from within

Jesus Christ, the crucified God
Singing gently to me,
"Come home, my child. Come home, my child.
Hide thyself inside me."

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my inspiration 

I think distractions in prayer are often because we have let ourselves wander too far from the things that matter most. And so we slip into an easily interrupted, easily distracted frame of mind. We need to live more at home. Acts 17:28 says, “In him we live and move and have our being.” This means, simply, God is our home… I know that an earnest “look” at Calvary does more to help our life of prayer than we imagine. 

Amy Carmichael, Edges of His Ways, p. 60

PSALM 32:7

10 January 2023

PSALM 91:4

 

He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

PSALM 91:4

Dear wanting mother, just lie down.
Find rest within his wing.
His feathering arms will shelter you,
'neath the softness of his wings. 

The pain is deep - raw, open wounds;
that never seem to heal.
Sure as you take a step ahead,
concrete is your back heel.

How can you move ahead without
the desire of your heart?
The Father - who's your faithful shield,
your sword, and your rampart.

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my inspiration 

I wrote this poem after struggling for 13 years with infertility. In that difficult time, I also miscarried four of our children. I didn’t think I could acknowledge the deep pain this caused. I believed if I admitted my sorrow, I wouldn’t be trusting the sovereign plan of God. But the truth is, not admitting my pain was a lie. The sadness that I was experiencing had nothing to do with trusting God. The fact is, it was sad; the loss of life is always heartbreaking. My grief did not anger God. Acknowledging my sorrow allowed God to begin closing my gaping wounds.

This poem was featured in an art collaboration with Lioncub Creative.

PSALM 91:4

01 May 2022