Jeremiah 15:19

Psalm 138

Author and Finisher

Deliver My Words
From faithless futility.
Take captive my thoughts
Beyond my ability.

You have regarded me closely,
Not from afar, like You regard
The haughty of spirit;
You stay near when it’s hard.

You told me in my youth
Extract the precious words
And discard the worthless
But I treated as equal all I heard.

I live in the lies and can’t be drawn out
If I cannot treat them as garbage,
Which is what they are:
A message of carnage.

I struggle to forgive
When I can’t lift my head
To see the greater truths
That dispel my dread.

Don’t give up until I’m clean.
I know how much it hurts,
How angrily I scream at You
I do everything in bursts-

I forgive, I stand, I bite, I cry,
I fall lost in my own snare
Free me Father, don’t let me die
Give me wisdom to get from here to there

Unfettered and able
To serve You unencumbered.
Multiply the days
I have foolishly squandered

Even knowing they were numbered.