Psalm 9—We were never meant to rule a praiseless world.
"The world twitters on metalled rails toward metalled ends..."
Rendition of Psalm 9
The Lord has all the thanks my heart holds. Wherever he walks, the rumor Of him rouses awe, Stuns, stills tongues, And wonder rises in his wake. Though the world twitters On metalled rails toward metalled ends; Though I am estranged From more friends than I can bear; Though the order and justice I long for Only seem to cede to noise and dust, When you arise, you make folly cease. It must. Those who brood and blare evil, Will watch their works come to nothing. My God never forgot the justice I needed. Nothing hides from him. His rebuke is ready. His judgment will not fail. He bends evil double. Soon, the sun will rise on a day When even the memory Of evil is gone. Though many mighty swagger and boast, There is only one throne And one king upon it. His judgment is just and fair; He makes no mistakes. He is not late. He waits. He hears and is near. He is a fortress when trouble comes. All who seek shelter are welcome inside. Tell each other what he has done. No forsaken cry goes unremembered, No blood unmarked, no need unseen. Praise him. Turn your smile toward me, Lord. You see what I am going through, How I tremble at the edge of death. You lay your hand on my chest And feel the fear flutter there. I never thought it would come to this. My path lies pitted before me, And behind me waits a waste. One step in any direction, And I could slip soundlessly to the grave, none the wiser. Lift me up, and I will sing again. Teach me the joy that waits at the brink Of these troubles and another life. By your judgment, you make yourself known. Teach the wicked they built Themselves a hell to live in. Show the afflicted they were not forgotten. Arise, Lord. Judge us. Overthrow and silence us. Show us we were never meant To rule a praiseless world.
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 could ‘see’ this as I was reading it. So vivid. So true. Thank you God for giving the psalmist the words long ago. Thank you Andy for sharing what the psalm speaks to you today.