My prayer for you (My Psalm 134)

May you find His face ever more endearing.
May you keep your heart gazed steadfast at Abba Father.
And may you always, always talk to him like a best friend.

My Psalm 133

---I ask that if you are reading these, that you go and read the original psalm for yourself, before you read my rendition, and let the words of your Maker soak deep into your bones.---

How encouraging it is

When brothers love on

their sisters!

It is like laughter in the sunshine

And hot chocolate during a snowfall.

It is like bones healing after a break.

What was meant to be together

Has been restored

For the Lord is indeed good

And he adores his children!

My Psalm 132:110-18

---I ask that if you are reading these, that you go and read the original psalm for yourself, before you read my rendition, and let the words of your Maker soak deep into your bones.---

God gave his word to you

Don’t you dare forget that.

There is no room for questioning and doubt.

Certainty has been given to you.

Claim it.

Walk in it.

The Lord our God is sovereign

A gracious father

Just waiting to help his kids

Blessing abounding awaits

If we just hold out for his perfect timing.

Beloved, he loves you

And he knows your heart.

Sing your heart out in the secret place

And wait for him to open the door

So you can walk through to sing with all the others.

My Psalm 132:1-10

---I ask that if you are reading these, that you go and read the original psalm for yourself, before you read my rendition, and let the words of your Maker soak deep into your bones.---

Oh Papa, how I long to sing

To proclaim Your name

With many melodies and tunes

How I long to sing

Without protest from my throat.

I know, at least, I think I know,

That you are going to bring it about soon,

But impatience is creeping in.

And I’m wondering why I’m not being noticed.

“Because right now, you only

desire to be on stage. I want

you before the throne no

matter what that looks like.”

My Psalm 131

---I ask that if you are reading these, that you go and read the original psalm for yourself, before you read my rendition, and let the words of your Maker soak deep into your bones.---

Papa, my head is not huge and my hands do not squander.

My heart is not prideful and my eyes don’t wander.

I try and only do what I see you doing.

And at the end of the day

When all of me has bee spent

I tug on your hand

And ask for a bedtime story.

For all I want to do now

Is hear your voice

And feel you near

As these tired eyes

Begin to

Droop.

My Psalm 130

---I ask that if you are reading these, that you go and read the original psalm for yourself, before you read my rendition, and let the words of your Maker soak deep into your bones.---

Out of the darkness I whisper to You

Praying You’ll hear my voice

And listen to my please

Despite the raspy voice I have

From crying out to other things.

Here I will wait for you Lord,

No matter what tempts me to move.

In your strength, I will wait patiently.

I will wait as a flower waits for the first spring rain,

Enabling it to bloom and grow again.

I eagerly wait for you Lord,

Knowing You are coming

With redemption and healing to give.

My Psalm 129

---I ask that if you are reading these, that you go and read the original psalm for yourself, before you read my rendition, and let the words of your Maker soak deep into your bones.---

He has bereted me since childhood.

Let those conquerors say

Yes, he has hounded us for ages,

But he has not overtaken us.

The victory is not his.

Yahweh is watching over us.

He has never let his grace depart from us.

May all whom he uses realize such.

Let them snap out of it.

Let all who seek to destroy me fall

Harder and longer than they can imagine

May him who sits in Sheol

Receive his due punishment.

And may we as more than conquerors

Forever claim our victory through Christ.