Psalms 5: Putting the cries of my heart into words

HIS Words

Psalm 5[a]

For the director of music. For pipes. A psalm of David.

1 Listen to my words, Lord,
    consider my lament.
2 Hear my cry for help,
    my King and my God,
    for to you I pray.

3 In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice;
    in the morning I lay my requests before you
    and wait expectantly.
4 For you are not a God who is pleased with wickedness;
    with you, evil people are not welcome.
5 The arrogant cannot stand
    in your presence.
You hate all who do wrong;
6     you destroy those who tell lies.
The bloodthirsty and deceitful
    you, Lord, detest.
7 But I, by your great love,
    can come into your house;
in reverence I bow down
    toward your holy temple.

8 Lead me, Lord, in your righteousness
    because of my enemies—
    make your way straight before me.
9 Not a word from their mouth can be trusted;
    their heart is filled with malice.
Their throat is an open grave;
    with their tongues they tell lies.
10 Declare them guilty, O God!
    Let their intrigues be their downfall.
Banish them for their many sins,
    for they have rebelled against you.
11 But let all who take refuge in you be glad;
    let them ever sing for joy.
Spread your protection over them,
    that those who love your name may rejoice in you.

12 Surely, Lord, you bless the righteous;
    you surround them with your favor as with a shield.

my words

my heart shatters within my ribs
i have been crying and my voice is raspy
my sorrow is overwhelming and i feel so broken
God, can You hear me? God, i want to believe You are there?
i am trying to trust, but my hurt is so deep

God hears my voice, even when i struggle to believe
i continue to plead, i continue to seek, i am trying to wait

God you demand perfection as You are perfect
God, i fall so short, my faith is week
God, You hate pride and i struggle to lay my pride at Your feet
God, You despise lies and i am desperately seeking to be truthful

the world is a wicked place, so many cannot stand before You
may i come into Your presence? i need Your love, my Lord
I bow down before You. I am begging for forgiveness

lead me Lord, I am too weak to find my path, my head is full of lies
show me Your will and guide my steps
silence my enemies and give me discernment
Lord, to You I give the vengeance, help me find freedom in forgiveness

I thank You that You give shelter to those who seek You
Together, we praise You. Guide me in worship

protect me, protect me, protect me
carry me, carry me, carry me

Lord, You say You bless the righteous
Open my eyes to Your goodness
Show me Your protection

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

Psalms 3: Putting the cries of my heart into words

HIS Words

Psalm 3

A psalm of David. When he fled from his son Absalom.

1 Lord, how many are my foes!
    How many rise up against me!
2 Many are saying of me,
    “God will not deliver him.”[b]

3 But you, Lord, are a shield around me,
    my glory, the One who lifts my head high.
4 I call out to the Lord,
    and he answers me from his holy mountain.

5 I lie down and sleep;
    I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.
6 I will not fear though tens of thousands
    assail me on every side.

7 Arise, Lord!
    Deliver me, my God!
Strike all my enemies on the jaw;
    break the teeth of the wicked.

8 From the Lord comes deliverance.
    May your blessing be on your people.

my words

why can i trust no one?
why do people hurt me so?
i have been forgotten
they say my life is an absurdist fantasy

God, i am trying to believe you care for me
through pain, i am trying to praise You
GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?!
are You speaking to me, am i too afraid to hear?

my sleep is fitful
each morning, i rise again, God has seen fit to give me air
i tremble with fear, and i am ashamed
the arrows pierce me still

Come God!
Help me to listen to your voice
SAVE ME! SAVE ME! SAVE ME!
destroy those who decimate the souls of those around

help me to see that you are in all good things, Lord
bless me, bless my family, bless my enemies

Psalms 2: Putting the cries of my heart into words

HIS Words

Psalm 2

1 Why do the nations conspire[a]
    and the peoples plot in vain?
2 The kings of the earth rise up
    and the rulers band together
    against the Lord and against his anointed, saying,
3 “Let us break their chains
    and throw off their shackles.”

4 The One enthroned in heaven laughs;
    the Lord scoffs at them.
5 He rebukes them in his anger
    and terrifies them in his wrath, saying,
6 “I have installed my king
    on Zion, my holy mountain.”

7 I will proclaim the Lord’s decree:

He said to me, “You are my son;
    today I have become your father.
8 Ask me,
    and I will make the nations your inheritance,
    the ends of the earth your possession.
9 You will break them with a rod of iron[b];
    you will dash them to pieces like pottery.”

¹⁰ Therefore, you kings, be wise;
    be warned, you rulers of the earth.
¹¹ Serve the Lord with fear
    and celebrate his rule with trembling.
¹² Kiss his son, or he will be angry
    and your way will lead to your destruction,
for his wrath can flare up in a moment.
    Blessed are all who take refuge in him.

My Words

Why do I conspire to find meaning in my life?
Why do I plan revenge in my head against those who have wronged me?
Why do I listen to those who do not believe in the Lord and understand their feelings?
Does, following you God make me more free or am a trapped for meaningless reasons?

Is God laughing at me? Am I the sinner who is being scoffed?
Am I being rebuked in His anger?
I so long to be righteous, but I am falling so short

God, help me to see that I am Yours
God, I want to see your goodness
I want to believe that You will protect me

God, the nations conspire against you
I want to be a vessel of truth, but today I am so broken
Put wise words in my mouth
Use me, if You see fit, help me to trust You
I am afraid of You, God, please spare me Your wrath
Will You bless me if I take refuge in You?

Psalms 1: Putting the cries of my heart into words

I have always loved the Psalms. As a reflective person who things in metaphors, I find that this book speaks the language of my soul. Since high school, I have wanted to write my own religious poetry as a reflection of the Psalms. In this time of morning, I begin.

Note: The Psalms are an inspired book of God, these poems, while inspired by the poetry in the Bible, do not hold the same significance in even the slightest.

HIS Words

Psalm 1

1 Blessed is the one
    who does not walk in step with the wicked
or stand in the way that sinners take
    or sit in the company of mockers,
2 but whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
    and who meditates on his law day and night.
3 That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
    which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither—
    whatever they do prospers.

4 Not so the wicked!
    They are like chaff
    that the wind blows away.
5 Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
    nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.

6 For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous,
    but the way of the wicked leads to destruction.

My Words

Reflections, glory 

Souls, righteousness

Those avoiding evil

Pure words flow

Open mind, God's Words

Delightful following, God's Laws

Firm in the strong winds

Productive yields from deep within

Wicked flung across the barren land

Cast in sorrow away from love