When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. Isaiah 43:2
AFFLICTED
Hear my prayer, O Lord; hear my cry and bless.
Do not hide your face when I’m in distress.
Turn your ear to me; answer me quickly.
For my days vanish like smoke before me;
My bones burn like fire; my heart, like dry grass
Is withered with blight; I am forced to fast.
Because of my loud groaning I’m reduced
To skin and bones. I’m an owl that roosts
Among the ruins. I lie wide awake;
Like a bird alone on the rooftop slate.
My enemies taunt me day after day;
Those who rail against me and curse my name.
For I have eaten dry ashes like food.
I mixed tears with drink when weeping ensued
Because of your indignation and wrath,
You lifted me up and, far from you, cast.
My days are like a long evening shadow;
I dry up like the grass that does not grow.
But you, O Lord, sit enthroned forever;
Your fame, through all generations, weathers.
You’ll arise and have mercy on Zion,
The appointed time for favor has come.
For your servants take pleasure in her stones;
they cherish even the dust of her roads.
The nations will fear the name of the Lord,
All the earth’s kings will revere his splendor.
When the Lord has built the walls of Zion
He will appear, a glorious Lion!
He will heed the prayers of the destitute;
Their pleas, his ears will not despise or mute.
This is written for all generations,
so that future people’s adulation
And praise may reach the Lord’s noble throne, high.
From heaven he views earth with divine eye,
To hear the groaning of the prisoner
And release those condemned to a death, sure.
So the name of the Lord will be declared.
Zion and Jerusalem’s praise is shared
When the people and the kingdoms convene
To worship the Lord in assembly.
In the course of my life he broke my strength;
The days of my life, he shortened their length.
I said, “O my God, take me not away
Before my time; in the midst of my days;
Your years go on through all generations.
Of old, you have laid the earth’s foundations,
And the heavens are the work of your hands.
They will perish, but you will always stand;
Yes, like a garment, they will grow old.
Like clothing discarded, off, they’ll be thrown.
But you remain the same; years without end.
The children of your servants will extend,
Abide, dwell, and live in security;
Their seed will be established before Thee.
Amy (C) 1/25/22
Psalm 102
Revelation 5:5
Jesus, we do not weep in our affliction for we see you, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, have triumphed. You are able to open the scroll and its seven seals! HALLELUJAH! You are worthy!!!
Amen
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