Psalms 4: Putting the cries of my heart into words

HIS WORDS

Psalm 4[a]

For the director of music. With stringed instruments. A psalm of David.

1 Answer me when I call to you,
    my righteous God.
Give me relief from my distress;
    have mercy on me and hear my prayer.

2 How long will you people turn my glory into shame?
    How long will you love delusions and seek false gods[b]?[c]
3 Know that the Lord has set apart his faithful servant for himself;
    the Lord hears when I call to him.

4 Tremble and[d] do not sin;
    when you are on your beds,
    search your hearts and be silent.
5 Offer the sacrifices of the righteous
    and trust in the Lord.

6 Many, Lord, are asking, “Who will bring us prosperity?”
    Let the light of your face shine on us.
7 Fill my heart with joy
    when their grain and new wine abound.

8 In peace I will lie down and sleep,
    for you alone, Lord,
    make me dwell in safety.

my words

Your name, I whisper
Stillness in the dark, I listen
I am weary, my legs shake from exhaustion
Do You hear me? Can You give me rest?

A stench assaults my nostrils, evil is afoot
They love a fantasy, they hide from truth
God set His own apart, am I among them?
God, are you listening? I am calling

His name is Holy, Fear is within my heart
I lay my beaten body in my sheets,
my heart cries for You at night
I cling to foolish dreams
My hope has long since faded

What will Your blessing look like God?
Will I recognise Your peace if You bring it?
My soul aches and throbs
Heal me, heal me, heal me

I trust tomorrow I will arise
God are you there?
Protect me though the wicked nights