Webster's dictionary defines a 'psalm' as, " a sacred song or poem used in worship."
After beginning to work through a particularly deep and somewhat painful part of my life, I was encouraged to write a psalm about what God has been doing in me. It was an extremely beneficial exercise and I've found that I'm really holding onto this psalm as God & I continue to walk along in this phase of the journey. It really has been something that - when I go back and read it, or even when bits of it just come to my mind - leads me to worship God and thank him for what he's rescued me out of, and what he's saved me into. Writing a psalm about where God has you at the moment, is something I would highly recommend. This is the psalm of my life for right now:
I threw myself into a deep pit
And broke my legs when I landed
Incapacitated and in pain
But I didn't want your help
The rain began to fall
The pit began to fill with water
Struggling and drowning
Yet I still didn't want your help
I rolled around in the mud
Thinking it would protect me from the heat of the sun
Scorched by the sun, the mud caked to my skin
Clothing me in the evidence of my shame and pride
And masking my face; hiding the fact that I once looked like you
Burnt and filthy
Yet I still didn't want your help
My enemies gathered around the pit
And stoned me with lies
They shouted:
"He's given up on you"
"You've failed one too many times"
"You might as well just walk away from him"
"You deserve every bad thing that's happened to you"
"You'll never get out of this pit"
Crushed and defeated
I lay.
But you, my God
You rescued me
Despite my sin, you searched for me
You called my name
You chased away all my enemies
And lifted me out of the pit
You breathed your life into my lungs
You caused the rain to fall
Not to drown, but to cleanse
Washing away the sins that clung to me
And distorted who you made me to be
You caused the sun to shine
Not to burn, but to warm
Enveloping me in your forgiveness and mercy
But you didn't fix my legs
Instead you carried me
In your arms
What did I do to deserve this grace?
In answer, you pull my head against your chest
And I can hear the rhythm of your heart
Not a heart that I created
Or a heart that I can control
But a heart whose every beat says,
"I love you"
Father, carry me wherever you want
I am utterly defeated by your love.
Going Green,
Sam
After beginning to work through a particularly deep and somewhat painful part of my life, I was encouraged to write a psalm about what God has been doing in me. It was an extremely beneficial exercise and I've found that I'm really holding onto this psalm as God & I continue to walk along in this phase of the journey. It really has been something that - when I go back and read it, or even when bits of it just come to my mind - leads me to worship God and thank him for what he's rescued me out of, and what he's saved me into. Writing a psalm about where God has you at the moment, is something I would highly recommend. This is the psalm of my life for right now:
I threw myself into a deep pit
And broke my legs when I landed
Incapacitated and in pain
But I didn't want your help
The rain began to fall
The pit began to fill with water
Struggling and drowning
Yet I still didn't want your help
I rolled around in the mud
Thinking it would protect me from the heat of the sun
Scorched by the sun, the mud caked to my skin
Clothing me in the evidence of my shame and pride
And masking my face; hiding the fact that I once looked like you
Burnt and filthy
Yet I still didn't want your help
My enemies gathered around the pit
And stoned me with lies
They shouted:
"He's given up on you"
"You've failed one too many times"
"You might as well just walk away from him"
"You deserve every bad thing that's happened to you"
"You'll never get out of this pit"
Crushed and defeated
I lay.
But you, my God
You rescued me
Despite my sin, you searched for me
You called my name
You chased away all my enemies
And lifted me out of the pit
You breathed your life into my lungs
You caused the rain to fall
Not to drown, but to cleanse
Washing away the sins that clung to me
And distorted who you made me to be
You caused the sun to shine
Not to burn, but to warm
Enveloping me in your forgiveness and mercy
But you didn't fix my legs
Instead you carried me
In your arms
What did I do to deserve this grace?
In answer, you pull my head against your chest
And I can hear the rhythm of your heart
Not a heart that I created
Or a heart that I can control
But a heart whose every beat says,
"I love you"
Father, carry me wherever you want
I am utterly defeated by your love.
Going Green,
Sam
July 25, 2011 at 10:58 PM
Wow! Thank you SO much for sharing! Very encouraging! :)
July 29, 2011 at 10:23 AM
This psalm you wrote moved my heart. Love you, Samantha. Thank you for sharing with us! Refreshing and encouraging. xox