Day 503 - October 31 - A Psalm of Eric

First, I want to apologize to those of you who have been waiting for another post - I've been trying to get something posted since yesterday morning, but the website I use to do so has been either completely down, or glacially slow, since Friday at 0530. I've finally managed to get through Saturday at about 1030, so I'm going to post up something I've been working on for a few days and hope it goes through.

Connor has been pretty healthy this week, going to college Bible study on Thursday and out to the store with his friends yesterday. He is primed and ready to get out of that chair whenever God chooses to move. Please continue to pray about that!

I've been fiddling around with different styles of verse lately, and having become fascinated by the Psalms I thought I'd try my hand. This was written over the last week, and my hope is not that you'll think it's cool or neat or well-written, nor is it even that you might find it uplifting or moving or that it would speak to your spirit. My hope is that this would be a sweet smell of incense to my God.

A Psalm of Eric

Why do You hide, Lord? Why do You wait?
You, who move with power, You who speak from on high,
why do You not show Your strength?
Why do You not answer?

In the dark I cry out to You, Lord; in the morning I speak with You.
At every turn I run to You, but You do not speak.
Your silence rolls over me, and I fade in the face of it.
My spirit dries up within me, and I find no place to rest.

Where would I go, apart from You? To whom would I turn?
You alone can save. You alone can heal.
Apart from you, I am like an echo on the wind -
quickly heard and quickly gone.

Your words are a balm to my soul; withhold them not from me.
Your touch is like the sweetness of the first rain after the drought,
and I long for it.
Your face is hidden from me, and I cannot find it. Reveal Yourself, O Lord!

Your servant will rejoice,
Your people will draw near to You,
and the nations will know that You are the Lord.
For you hear me when I cry,
and Your mighty hand holds power and strength.

Praise the Lord, all you people,
for there is no hint of change in Him!
Yesterday He proved faithful, and saved you from your death.
So today will He remain, and tomorrow will He heal.
There is no shadow of turning in Him.
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!

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