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
1 comment:
Jon,
The boys (young men in OBC table group) and I missed you yesterday. Everybody was asking about where you were. We assumed that you were out of town for the holiday weekend. I just got to work and had the chance to read your blog. Just know that the boys and I love you like a brother, because we are! Know that we serve an amazing God. Let me share a praise. Aly called from Arizona Friday afternoon nervous because she was asked to perform the swim lessons since the regular teacher called in sick. She had never done the lessons before and it was stressing her. She was also asked to work Saturday because they were short-handed over the holiday weekend. She had already made plans to meet friends in Phoenix to see the U of A play their arch rival, ASU Sun Devils, in football Saturday afternoon. She felt guilty and felt like she should stay home and help them out. She asked me to pray. After we hung up I started asking God to help Aly in her perdicament and asked Him to intervene. Less than 5 minutes went by and Aly called back asking if I had been praying. I said that I had since we hung up. She received a text from her boss saying that she didn't need Aly to do the lessons since she was stressed about it and that she would do the lessons herself. Aly could work the front desk, where she loves to be. She also texted for Aly not to worry about working Saturday since she was such a good employee and to have a great weekend in Phoenix. All I can say is that God is better than I deserve!!
Have a great week and I look forward to seeing you Sunday!
YBIC,
Steve
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