The night before thanksgiving
And I'm here
The devil's been knocking
At my heart
Or has it been myself
Causing my pain
Wanting what I think looks like
What a man of 32 should have
Then, I think of the selfishness
That I have been portraying
Into the people I love the most
I get to the point of depression
I feel very heavy in spirit
Then, remember!
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving
My favorite day next to Resurrection Day
The prophet Isaiah screams to us
Put it on... Put it on... Put it on...
The garment of praise!!!
Please, oh God help me put it on
Psalm 6 - the Measage by Eugene Petersen
1-2 Please, God, no more yelling, no more trips to the woodshed.
Treat me nice for a change;
I'm so starved for affection.
2-3 Can't you see I'm black-and-blue,
beat up badly in bones and soul?
God, how long will it take
for you to let up?
4-5 Break in, God, and break up this fight;
if you love me at all, get me out of here.
I'm no good to you dead, am I?
I can't sing in your choir if I'm buried in some tomb!
6-7 I'm tired of all this—so tired. My bed
has been floating forty days and nights
On the flood of my tears.
My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears.
The sockets of my eyes are black holes;
nearly blind, I squint and grope.
I just read this tonight
And I'm here
The devil's been knocking
At my heart
Or has it been myself
Causing my pain
Wanting what I think looks like
What a man of 32 should have
Then, I think of the selfishness
That I have been portraying
Into the people I love the most
I get to the point of depression
I feel very heavy in spirit
Then, remember!
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving
My favorite day next to Resurrection Day
The prophet Isaiah screams to us
Put it on... Put it on... Put it on...
The garment of praise!!!
Please, oh God help me put it on
Psalm 6 - the Measage by Eugene Petersen
1-2 Please, God, no more yelling, no more trips to the woodshed.
Treat me nice for a change;
I'm so starved for affection.
2-3 Can't you see I'm black-and-blue,
beat up badly in bones and soul?
God, how long will it take
for you to let up?
4-5 Break in, God, and break up this fight;
if you love me at all, get me out of here.
I'm no good to you dead, am I?
I can't sing in your choir if I'm buried in some tomb!
6-7 I'm tired of all this—so tired. My bed
has been floating forty days and nights
On the flood of my tears.
My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears.
The sockets of my eyes are black holes;
nearly blind, I squint and grope.
I just read this tonight
Thank God this is in the Bible
David seems to know what
This horrible emmotions
I have been through
8-9 Get out of here, you Devil's crew: at last God has heard my sobs. My requests have all been granted, my prayers are answered.
10 Cowards, my enemies disappear. Disgraced, they turn tail and run.
Here is the praise
God has heard my growning
Praise God who alone knows
He has answered all of my prayers
My request have been granted
According to His will and pleasure!
The enemies of my souls that are all around
Have to flee
When we praise God
For actually lending His ear
To lowly sinners like us
God has heard my growning
Praise God who alone knows
He has answered all of my prayers
My request have been granted
According to His will and pleasure!
The enemies of my souls that are all around
Have to flee
When we praise God
For actually lending His ear
To lowly sinners like us