My Psalm 127

Woman Carrying Basket of Pomegranetes
by Edwun Longsden Long

All I do apart from you is worthless. Why spend all day attempting something You have not blessed. It would only bring aggravation and leave me exhausted. Lord offer me Your peace at the end of the day. May I rest in what you have completed with my hands.  May each activity of my life shine with Your light. I pray the basket I lay at your feet be filled with the fruit of those who have been encouraged. It is Your message given from my lips. I yearn to help lift Your children closer to you and further away from the dry place of the world. May the rust of shame never reside on the hearts You hold in Your palm.

My Psalm 126

The Sower by Garret Walker

When I look back on my life I can see how you fought for me. I cherish the joy each battle has brought to this journey. My life is a series of moments better than the most impossible dreams and priceless hallelujahs written on my heart. Now when in the midst of trouble or caught in the grasp of doubt, may I rest in the victories of the past and the hope of those to come. I know that Your hand fashioned each step of this journey before I took my first breath. Even when my eyes are filled with tears, You promise songs of joyful praise. May the seeds of repentance planted along my life's path bring forth a harvest of forgiveness in Your sweet time. My prayer to You Father, as I rest in Your nest make me one who in Your will is joyfully blessed.

My Psalm 125

Confident and immovable are the mountains, remaining where you placed them decade after decade.

Regardless of the weather which crashes against their summits they hold steady.

God, Your words are mountains. They surround me with a ring of truth and protection.

Even when the world pelts me with opinions and judgements, solid and steadfast are Your promises.

The enemy may control this emotional world but is banished from Your children's place in eternity.

May that peace stand firm in my desire to make known Your Holy Name.

My Psalm 124

Here I sit dressed in the same old rags as yesterday. Still poking at the ashes I made of my life. How dirty, what filth. How I want to go to the Ball like all the other girls. But I can't go dressed like this? Then the Lord delivered my engraved invitation. You Lord, heard my concerns and gently tended to my needs. You clothed me in the richest gown. I stand with the pile of soot behind me, a reminder of a past burned beyond recognition. You keep no evidence. I made it to the Ball just as my arrival is announced...."Tiffany Page Wylie Conn, daughter to the King of the Most High". Escorted on your arm of transformation midnight is no longer my warden for Your waltz never ends.

My Psalm 123

Embrace by Mari Aaronsouth

Have mercy Lord on me your child. Daily I deal with judgement from the world. I need more of you, My King. Help me surrendar allowing a song to fill my heart. Close my eyes to the things that suround me and my focus to you, My King. As each notes plays to my soul I feel you draw near. Crawling into your lap and I am home. A treasured place in your arms on the throne, My King There I am simply your daughter filling up with the peace only you can bring. No more noise from the world only the beat of my heart as it slows to match Yours, my King. Give me a mission, send me out into Your Kingdom. Permit me to serve you. May I be your faithful servant. Eyes on you I am now ready, willing and relying on You, My King.

My Psalm 122

Let us go into the house of the Lord. A phase both bitter and sweet tell the tales of  my church past and present. From moments of heavenly praise on borrowed time to the whispers of my sin growing in the walls. But I stand at the gate resting on the promises in your city of peace. Lord, please carry me through the door and across the  threshold like Your bride. For I can not stay away any longer. Let me go into the house of the Lord. May I be the change I long to see in your house. May the peace I crave be set in motion with sound of my steps forward. May this city of your hurting children see your life within the bricks and plaster. I feel the rich history relived as each members shares past fellowship. I feel joy watching the games children play between the pews. I hear a sweet melody as mature laughter tangles with the giggles of youth. Life knitted with peace as we worship in your house . I rejoiced when they said to me, Let us go into the house of the Lord!

My Psalm 121

Two Egg Nest by Cari Humphry

I look around for help, who will be there?
My help does not come from the world but from the Lord,
the one who created the heaven and the earth.
He is a great and mighty God both full of power and gentleness.
He is not a cage in which you are kept but a nest where you make a home.
He knows where you are and where you will be and He never rests in His pursuit of you.
He will keep your feet moving at His tempo. The world can not touch you.
God will make sure His creation survives.