Archive | August, 2009

Out of the Miry Bog

30 Aug

1 I waited patiently for the Lord;

he inclined to me and heard my cry.

2 He drew me up from the pit of destruction,

out of the miry bog,

and set my feet upon a rock,

making my steps secure.

3 He put a new song in my mouth,

a song of praise to our God.

Many will see and fear,

and put their trust in the Lord.

Why am I alive? Who do I serve? I am a good man. Why am I good? Why is that important to me? Why do people matter for me? If it’s only about me, I shouldn’t care? Is God good? If I am good, am I not God’s? God, are you there? Our father… Christ? Is it true? Are you true? Help me in my time of need. What about…? Why not…? All roads? All roads can’t. They don’t agree. They move in different directions. Some directions lead to the rocky precipice of evil. Been there. Not going back. He called to me on that rocky path and I turned my ear to him. I came humbly before him and offered up prayer. Open my eyes, Lord. And that song came to my lips. As you brought me back. Will they see, Lord? And put their trust in you, God. In Christ. I pray they will.