Praise the LORD, My Soul

Friday’s Praise

Psalm 125 ESV

A song of ascents.

Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion,
    which cannot be shaken but endures forever.
As the mountains surround Jerusalem,
    so the Lord surrounds his people
    both now and forevermore.

The scepter of the wicked will not remain
    over the land allotted to the righteous,
for then the righteous might use
    their hands to do evil.

Lord, do good to those who are good,
    to those who are upright in heart.
But those who turn to crooked ways
    the Lord will banish with the evildoers.

Peace be on Israel.

 

Today, I’d like to encourage you by sharing my testimony in the form of a Psalm of Praise, my own Psalm 103.

Father God, pour the anointing of Your Spirit upon these words, that they may speak personally and intimately to those reading here. Thank You, that You surround us and our loved ones as the mountains surround Jerusalem and that the scepter of the wicked will not remain over Your Beloved Prodigals, who have been made righteous in Christ Jesus, for then the righteous might use their hands to do evil. We thank You that even now the goodness of Your Holy Spirit resides in us and our beloved Prodigals to do good through us and to protect us from turning to crooked ways, even where it costs us dearly. Thank You for holding us tight. For never ever leaving or forsaking us. Give us Your eyes to see You at work in our own and our loved ones’ lives, even through the pain and grief we face. Keep reminding us, Father, to fix our eyes on YOU and Your Promises we pray. In Jesus’ Mighty Name, Amen. 

Praise the LORD, My Soul

By Anna Smit

All the bitter rage
The angry plague I buried deep
All my hidden shame
Piercing the nails in Your hands.

Mocking priceless gift
Surrendered to pain You gave
Turning my back
On gift of Life
For life of ease
And numbing, leaking drain.

But you turned not away 
But there toward
Not to my sin
But shame and hidden hurt 
Pursued
Your peace to pour
A balming salve to 
                       Broken, wearied heart                       Your kindness to confession leading.

My wish to lay down and die
The darkness
The knife
The noose around my neck
You broke me free
And breathed Your Life in me.

My face of shame
My hiding busied life
My place alone in fear
You lifted me out of pit
Of shame and fear.

From selfish holding tight
To selfless Christ in me
Breathing me alive again
Buried dreams
Yearnings deep
Now raised to Life again.

They came and sat
They wept and prayed
They blessed and sang
My broken weary heart
They saw and turned toward.

Your hands, Your feet, Your voice
Your love, compassion faileth not
Never alone
Always You’re here
Never unseen
Always You’re near.

No step my feet could tread
Enough, I cried
Enough of storms
And battle ground of hate
And shame, enough.

But then I hear Your voice anew
Pour out all he’s bound within
Burdens Mine
Not yours to carry now.

Surrender, release
Open now your palms
Receive.

Your words
They came

And still do

Falling down as manna.

They nourish
Famished soul to life
Dry, parched heart 
To strength and peace You flow.

Teaching me to speak
Not silence hold.
For truth not to withhold
But gift.
You’re leading me
                  To stand secure and firm                   On You
My Rock alone.

As anger fumes
And truth now pierces
Hidden souls
You breathe to Life
You open
Bleeding hearts beneath
To bind and make anew.

Speaking One Word “behold”
You’re teaching me to pursue
To seek
To see
Your face, Your way alone.

Religion spurning
Sweet quiet rhythm of grace
Pursuing.

My sins once all I saw
So far I ran from waiting arms
Your own sweet grace.

Shame, I held on tight
Clothing me all safe, I thought
No one to see.
But I still knew
And I still saw
My ever growing not-enough.

But Your compassion
It faileth not
For You called My Name

 

And still do

Reminding me my humble frame
You shaped
And formed for Glory.
Not my own
But Yours.

You lead me broken to Your table
Feed and clothe me in
Your love so great.
Cover me in grace You paid.

Look, You speak
And see My face in yours.
You are Mine
Behold My glory
In your blessed, growing frame.

Pain I saw
Day in day out
Confirmed my fear of wrath so deep.
You’re out to hurt
And kill, convinced I fled.

Mother dying
Body failing
Day in day out
I saw a hand of death.

Brother turned away
No grace for him
No Father of Love
His bleeding heart to meet
I saw a hand of death.

But then you broke
My cold and burdened heart
Opened there my eyes
To see You standing there
With arms outstretched
Holding me and
Those I love.

Not hand of death
But hand of love
So strong and pure
So safe and sure.

Always present
Never forsaking
Always pursuing
Never departing
Always hoping
Never are we alone
You’re always at our side.

Mother, I see
Weary head bowed down low 
Holding another’s hands she prays
Pouring her heart
Allabaster’s anointed tears
Here before Your feet.

“Hear here my plea”
She prays
And we watch
All those many prayers
You breathe to life
In countless lives.

And even now
Each and every prayer
In dying breath
Is breathing still
All dead and dying
Back to Life in You.

Oh God, my God
How great thou art.
Your love
Without measure pours
Not just one generation
But many You bless.
And one day all those weary souls
Who breathed their last
All the many who went before
Whose works of love still follow
We’ll see again.

All death
All broken bodies, minds and souls
Breathed to Life anew
Made whole in You
Completed works
Your Promise You’ll fulfill
Our praises to declare.

(Psalm 103 NLT from here onwards)

Praise the Lord, you his angels,
you mighty ones who do his bidding,
who obey his word.

Praise the Lord, all his heavenly hosts,
you his servants who do his will.

Praise the Lord, all his works
everywhere in his dominion.
Praise the Lord, my soul.

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  1. Dear Anna,
    Oh, this last stanza is so timely for me today, after just having a death in our family:

    “All death
    All broken bodies, minds and souls
    Breathed to Life anew
    Made whole in You
    Completed works
    Your Promise You’ll fulfill
    Our praises to declare.”

    And I am seeing how the Lord has truly worked (and is still working) in the unseen areas of so many hearts, drawing us all together into Him, in ways we could not have imagined! His purposes are to bring us so much of His Love, if only we could see Him there. Thank you for sharing your heart so beautifully today. Love & Hugs!

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    1. Hugs, Bettie. Praying for you all. So very thankful that He is at work all around and in us – even when we struggle to see it. May He keep giving us glimpses of His glory all around us. Of Him putting back together piece by piece what has been broken. Love you!

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