Monday, April 29, 2013

Monday's Song


Be gracious to me, O God, for man tramples on me;

all day long an attacker oppresses me;

my enemies trample on me all day long,

for many attack me proudly.

When I am afraid,

I put my trust in you.

In God, whose word I praise,

in God I trust; I shall not be afraid.

What can flesh do to me?

All day long they injure my cause;

all their thoughts are against me for evil.

They stir up strife, they lurk;

they watch my steps,

as they have waited for my life.

For their crime will they escape?

In wrath cast down the peoples, O God!

You have kept count of my tossings;

put my tears in your bottle.

Are they not in your book?

Then my enemies will turn back

in the day when I call.

This I know, that God is for me.

In God, whose word I praise,

in the Lord, whose word I praise,

in God I trust; I shall not be afraid.

What can man do to me?

I must perform my vows to you, O God;

I will render thank offerings to you.

For you have delivered my soul from death,

yes, my feet from falling,

that I may walk before God

in the light of life. Psalm 56



Monday's Song

Waking to sunlight streams
shaking off visions of the other ocean
my sleeping heart longing for home
seeking memory's shelter at night.


We are never alone in the strangest lands
God holds our tears in a divine bottle
God holds us close as we toss about
and tells us the story of promise and love.


A traveler and a gypsy mother
thrown into the a story of moving and change
friendly foreigner and curious stranger
a haunting song on the twilight's breeze.

We are never alone in the strangest lands
God holds our tears in a divine bottle
God holds us close as we toss about
and tells us the story of promise and love.


Walking unfamiliar roads by peculiar dwellings
peering in to find the warmth of relatives
seeking shelter with the other travelers
we are adopted children from different mothers.


We are never alone in the strangest lands
God holds our tears in a divine bottle
God holds us close as we toss about
and tells us the story of promise and love.


Some days we are rejected with polite smiles
and other times we are turned away by stones
they hurl their words and their fears at us
as if we could hide their shame.



We are never alone in the strangest lands
God holds our tears in a divine bottle
God holds us close as we toss about
and tells us the story of promise and love.


Another week begins again and we venture out
knowing the welcomes are for tourists and shoppers
the signals tell us to move along quickly
we are not wanted and yet loved by God.


We are never alone in the strangest lands
God holds our tears in a divine bottle
God holds us close as we toss about
and tells us the story of promise and love.



1 comment:

Nancy Jo said...

This reads as a song