December 11, 2014.
“Be angry and do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and give no opportunity to the devil.”
Boiling, boiling in my bones, it rises from within.
Sequestered deep, deep inside,
Do not let it the battle win.
In, in, in the veins, coursing throughout the body,
Damaging what it can find,
wanting to bust out, full and gaudy.
Calm, calm, rest my soul, let the anger go,
For no good will come from it,
though it poison the soul.
Anger, frustration, all bottled, boiling inside,
Where can I but go,
That from it I may hide?
Take, Take rest my sold, find comfort in the Lord,
Lean on His mighty hand,
Your protection His mighty sword.
Breath, breathe, breathe it out, take on His grace,
That whether near or far,
You may show it every place.
Be ye angry, and yet do not sin, let go of wrath,
As the sun sets low on earth,
Let anger not follow our path.
“Answer me when I call, O God of my righteousness!
You have given me relief when I was in distress.
Be gracious to me and hear my prayer!”
Here, here, here I come, bowing before Your throne,
Lift me up, give me strength,
Do not let me strive alone.
Give, give, give me peace, though I find it not,
Show me, Lord, where to look,
For I seem to have forgot.
Meekly, humbly shall I bow, before Your mercy seat,
Help me, Lord, as I struggle now,
For you know that I am weak.
Be my shelter, be my guide, ever let me stand,
Grant me full assurance now,
Of Your ever guiding hand.
I am weak, I am wretched, I can but go on,
Take me now, Lord,
Teach me to be strong.
Lean, lean, lean may I, on your breast,
Protect me as I travel through,
This mighty, building test.
I am weak, but You are strong, never let me fall,
For prone to wander is my heart,
Lead me back by Your call.
Take rest, rest, oh my soul! In His surpassing peace.
Bind me tight, Lord, in your hand,
And never, never release.
“Return, O my soul, to your rest;
for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.
For you have delivered my soul from death,
my eyes from tears,
my feet from stumbling;
I will walk before the Lord
in the land of the living.”
Given, I am given all of which I could ask,
What more shall I plead?
Lord, set me now on my task.
Delivered, I am delivered from the grave of death,
And given from Him,
Take, take comfort my soul, enter in His rest,
Take comfort now that you can,
Be no longer stressed.
The Lord is my portion, and what should I fear?
For nothing can prevent me now,
My Lord to draw me near.
Calm, calm, calm my soul, why should you fret?
Give it to God, and relax,
He has paid your debt.
“Take my yoke upon you, for it is light,”
The words of the Savior,
Heaven’s bright light.
Burdened, though burdened you may seem to be,
Take on your Savior, Christ,
And be from frustration freed.
Pick, pick us up when we fall, make us stable,
In the end, bring us home,
That we may eat at your table.
Amen, Amen, to God in the highest, how holy art Thou!
Ever to You may we sing,
Ever to You may we bow.
“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.”
Suggested Daily Reading: Psalm 4, 116, Matthew 11, Ephesians 4.
May the Lord grant you His peace.