Deliver me, O God, and remind me of what is worth delivering about me.
Deliver me from my own crippling insight.
For you are a forgiving God, yet I am crushed under my own accusations.
Why do I remain in my own shadow?
Guide me in your pure and blameless way
Let forgiveness and communion bring me to my feet
to Your feet.
Then I will be free of my oppression
I will rest in the promise of forgiveness
And with my liberation
I will praise you
Knowing I am healed, why do I remain crippled?
Knowing I am alive, why do I continue to dig my own grave?
I must hope in God for God is hope, itself.
God is my forgiveness and my only hope.
~A variation on Psalm 43
Michael Bell
Joshua Hearne
Tim Melton
Joel Black
Jan 22, 2009 at 10:24 pm
Very powerful Josh. Did you write it? I have reposted it into a relevant current discussion on depression and mental health at Internet Monk.
Jan 22, 2009 at 10:47 pm
This was a wonderful take on a beautiful Psalm. I am a person who likes the idea that Psalms were meant to continue to this day! I have written a few as well. With permission (and a link back to you) I would like to use at least the last stanza as a jumping off point for a post that has been rattling around in me for awhile.
Thank you for making me think!
Jan 23, 2009 at 9:54 am
I did “write” it. Although, it’s more along the lines of a free translation than writing.
Jan 23, 2009 at 9:55 am
Also, Cynthia, feel free to use a portion if you’ll credit me.