Psalm 7: The fury of my enemies
O Lord my God, in you I take refuge, save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me, 1 or like a lion they will tear me apart, they will drag me away, with no one to rescue. 2 In childhood nightmares I ran, hiding and running as those chasing me got closer and closer. In teenage nightmares, all too real, harsh words thrown at me like stones grot. bitch. loser. lies warped my mirror so that I saw myself as ugly. In adult nightmares our pursuers have labels; depression, chronic fatigue, domestic violence, addictions, a diagnosis for every misery. Rise up, O Lord, in your anger! wake up, arm me against the fury of my enemies 6 We hear of violence far away and just down the road, explosions of hate and everyday greed but can we face our own pain and anger at those to blame? We complain at dictators but can we face our own lies that keep us trapped in anxiety that find excuses for dodgy actions? See how evil conceives evil, until ordinary people become pregnant with hate and give birth to lies. 14 What are the lies we drank with our mother’s milk? What drags you down, alone and torn apart? What voices accuse you and condemn? Judge me, O Lord, strengthen the integrity that is mine 8 You test minds and hearts, O righteous God 9 God is my shield, you save the upright in heart 10 Jesus, you are my Lord May I listen to no other judgement but yours May I run into no other arms but yours You hold me together, you are my integrity, you are my right-ness. In Christ alone I stand |
Psalm 7: In the lion’s den
They chase me, they hate me they will rip me apart like lions! Get up, Lord, get angry with them, defend me, save me, rescue me! Their shots will rebound on them they’ll fall into their own evil traps. And I will come out singing - Thank you Lord! Praise you Lord! |