Psalm of a contrite heart.

October 24, 2014.

When I look high into the night sky, and wonder why time passes by, or why I rely on man’s own eye-
To fix the damage that I did.
I see my pride to say that I, could fight my battles, with deafening lie, should I alone myself stand by,
Forgetting the reason that He lived.

Yes the reason He lived and why He died, that in His might we might survive, and in His love we can confide,
For on that day He defeated death.
Defeated death and sin that tries, tries its crushing blow to hide, deceiving souls both far and wide,
To the message might their ears be deaf.

I’ve pondered long, how to be strong, to do the right and shun the wrong, that in His hand I might belong,
That on my own I may defeat sin.
But I must be wrong, been wrong for so long, I’ve missed the words to a key song, blinded as I press along,
Only through Him can we win.

And as I’ve wandered, sick and weary, down a road that’s all too dreary, my outlook far less than cheery,
I have been fighting only me.
My heart ever a bit too leery, my burden great and my eyes gone bleary, holding on to this eerie theory,
All along I’ve yet to see.

I’ve yet to see His glorious grace, hard pressed to accept His warm embrace, scared to look upon His face,
And recite the deeds I have done.
For I feel that I have lost the race, and become but some big disgrace, soiled my garments of white and lace,
Not worthy of God’s only Son.

Unworthy now, unworthy then, as I ever fall to sin, trying once more anew to begin, yet to fall all over again,
How can I accept His grace?
For how could I ever mend, what message could I send, my broken life I can’t defend, a vain life of chasing wind,
To see him face to face?

When I look high into the night sky, and wonder why time passes by, or why I rely on man’s own eye-
To fix the damage that I did.
I see my pride to say that I, could fight my battles, with deafening lie, should I alone myself stand by,
Forgetting the reason that He lived.

All things have been handed over to me by my Father, and no one knows the Son except the Father, and no one knows the Father except the Son and anyone to whom the Son chooses to reveal him. Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
(Matthew 11:27-30)

Suggested Daily Reading: Psalm 6, 32, 102, 130.

The peace of the Lord be with you.

-Walter

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