My Psalm

I flew on a plane recently. And from the sight of creation outside my window, I thought:

“With no point of reference, You brought me forth from dust.

You walked among us as a cloud. Appeared as a burning bush.

You paint reddish skies with tints of orange glow.

The mountains fashioned with elaborate curves.

The nature reflects Your love. 

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Your greatness surpasses what our minds can fathom.

Creation- not only prompts a “Be still my heart”…

It prompts a softening of the heart,

that cannot be prevented by any sheer force or will of man.

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This vastness must exceed my limited ability to imagine & conceive.

I don’t need to comprehend fully how You’ve done it,

Just that it is You the Almighty who has formed it. Colored it. Orchestrated it.

The ‘how’ is not of as much concern to me as the ‘what’.

And the what is this: God has formed it, accomplished it, it is finished, I can rest.

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I see evidence of You in the desert. In the brown and desolate. In the green and forests.

In the drizzling waterfall and blizzards of snow.

I see You in night and day. In pain and joy. In dry seasons. In times of fruit and shalom.

In mourning and lamenting. In vacation sunrises.

Your grace has carried me.

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This Creator cannot be denied. What a foolish thing it is to denounce such a God,

who draws us to our knees by His great presence that instills us with:

a holy fear, awe and reverence.

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The intellect & pride of man is the enemy to the discovery of mysterious, scandalous

l o v e .

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I was stained & blemished. My soul was desperately famished beyond what I could tell.

A cloud of foolish rebellious smog turned my eyes from the beauty of redemption.

And slowly but surely, I became the mocker of unbelief. Woe is me when I mock again.

When unbelief fills my heart. May the flood gates of mercy come tumbling my way.

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I am a beggar. Deprived and weak. My supply is short.

But alas, my spirit is replenished by the contemplation of You, O God.

Who YOU are. What YOU’VE done. What is to COME.

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The magnitude of a God this fierce and omnipotent carries a spell,

that when cast upon me brings me to a state of speechlessness and humble tears.

Oh to be at a place of incapable grasping of the full knowledge of the One who fashioned

my soul, mind & body from within my mother’s womb.

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O God- I beg and plead for a taste of You. To touch Your garment.

To experience Your presence more. To let the Spirit take over, lead and consume me.

To encounter You and be overcome by Love is far greater than future revelation. 

Your voice of wisdom, I need. New mercies. Victories in Your name. Faithful promises. 

The equipping of everything good to accomplish Your will.

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That sounds about right. May my faith, words of my mouth and meditations of my heart

be pleasing in Your sight like a sweet fragrant offering.

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Your grace defeating sin and fear in my midst is enough for me to be content.

It’s enough to compel me to praise You all the day long.

For You have given me true life. What more could I possibly ask You for than a taste of

You and Your Salvation, Joy, Peace and Hope?

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Be still my heart and KNOW that You are God.

 

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