My Psalm 130

It is so dark around me, Lord.  Can you hear how I need You?  Even though my eyes can not see a thing I look for You. I know you can see me and I am comforted by the faith I have in Your promises. If You only saw my offenses I would be forever chained to this hollow place. Your greatness is glorified by the grace of forgiveness. I will endure these moments Lord, for I know waiting on you is right. I keep my eyes alert for a hint of my Master’s face. I listen with hope for Your voice. May I find the joys of life in You. I praise You now because I know my redemption is coming. 

My Psalm 129

Many have beaten my spirit with their comments.
Lord do you remember?
For years they judged me by the choices of my past.
But they can never take away my salvation.
They have left gaping wounds on my heart.
But You Lord have healed me with the salve of Your gentle touch.
Give them a taste of their bitterness.
May their heads become heavy with the shame they smeared on mine.
What if they could see their cruel conduct in grand display across their pretty faces.
Lord would they then soften their hearts to seek Your forgiveness?

My Psalm 128

Your path for me is the map to my life's passion. Joy marking each command You have given me. I do not need to pack a bag filled with instructions and reinforcements. You placed in my heart the route to each destination and the strength to continue moving. As I follow You I find my true peace and joy. Your way holds no dead ends or detours, only opportunities for faith. Lord, move my feet to bless each place I pass. May Your glory be the dust that trails behind my feet. I know the work you have set for me. The orders are engraved on my heart. So I praise You God and begin.

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.