Psalm 7—Make our weary, waning days into a refiner’s fire.
"I have heard the song of revenge and have added my own voice."
Rendition of Psalm 7
Lord, I am on the run. This has all gone farther Than I could have imagined. I am in the wind. I have seen what hunts my trail And crouches at my door. If my enemies have their way, They will swallow me whole. Lord, I am not innocent. I have repaid evil for good; I have brooded thoughts That hatched like vipers; I have heard the song of revenge And have added my own voice. If my enemies are right and I am wrong, Lay me low, overthrow me. I feel your anger churn against me And my pursuers alike, But do not let me fall into their hands. You are the only just judge. You will make no mistake, And nothing will take you by surprise. You have appointed a day To gather us to yourself. On that day, remember When I walked with you. Bring evil to an end, But make every tender shoot Of goodness burst to blossom. Make our weary, waning days Into a refiner’s fire. Make these fears A crucible, just as silver meets itself Before the dross is lifted. You know how to save the righteous, And you know how to lay low the wicked. Your weapons are ready at hand; You will not let evil go unchecked. You will not let harm breed forever. You will whistle their own works Back to hound them. But when you are lifted up, Where will the judgment fall? When you have the final word, What will you say? Whatever comes, I will give you praise.
Psalms: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 31, 32, 34, 35, 38, 39, 40, 42, 43, 46, 50, 51, 53, 54, 62, 63, 65, 66, 73, 74, 75, 84, 86, 88, 90, 91, 100, 107, 110, 114, 117, 118, 119, 120, 121, 122, 123, 124, 125, 126, 127, 128, 129, 130, 131, 132, 133, 134, 137, 139, 140, 142, 147, 148.
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I have recently felt the refiners fire in my life, and although as painful as it may be.. I see the need for the dross of what does not belong to drip away. As the smoke ascends and we are left with the thought “will anything be left!?” We can look down and catch a glimpse of not the vast treasure horde we thought we held, but the tiniest glint of gold at the bottom of the furnace to find that the small piece of faith we hope would be left is there, and it is all the more precious because of it.
Thank you for this. It makes this Psalm even more personal and relatable. I prayed through it several times this morning while fighting a cold and sipping lemsip.