Psalm 102

Ps 102O Lord, please hear my prayer
Don’t hide Your face from me
My soul is in despair
Won’t You respond quickly?

Like smoke my life doth fade
My bones burn like a fire
Alone, I am afraid
For food I’ve no desire.

Withered to skin and bones
Like grass that’s turned to hay
I cry out with loud groans
Taunted both night and day.

I lie awake in pain
Deserted and alone
My enemies profane
They mock, curse, and disown.

The ashes are my bread
My drink is mixed with tears
Your anger is my dread
Rejected in my fears.

Like evening shadows pass
My life will soon be gone
Wither and dry like grass
But You, O Lord, live on.

O Lord, Your throne fore’er endures
This truth, for Zion, hope secures
‘Tis time for You to pity her
Arise and Your compassion stir.

When You appear in glorious might
Nations will fear at the dread sight
When Zion sees Your glory bright
This answered prayer will bring delight.

Record this now so heirs will know
Your children’s children praise the Lord
From heav’n He looked on earth below
The pris’ners groans were not ignored.

Declare His Name in Zion’s gates
As nations gather, sing His praise
His glorious deeds each one relates
They serve the Lord through all their days.

When life was going well
The Lord my strength did break
Could this be my death knell
With half my life at stake?

“Have mercy, God,” I said
“Don’t take my life from me
“It’s just half-gone,” I pled
You dwell eternally.

In the beginning earth You made
The heav’ns Your hands did set in space
Like worn out clothes they soon will fade
They’ll pass away and be replaced.

Your years, O Lord, shall never end
Forever You remain the same
On You our children can depend
And their heirs, too, with You shall reign.

© 2014  J Dan Small

Psalm 77

SufferingI cry out to God even shout so He’ll hear
In my hour of trouble why won’t He draw near
I search for the Lord and pray through the long night
And yet there’s no comfort, no help is in sight.

Remembering God only adds to my grief
All my thoughts wear me down and there is no relief
I can’t sleep at night, too discouraged to pray
Mem’ries of good times have all slipped away.

I search for the reason to know what is wrong
Is hope lost forever and gone my night song?
Will He keep His promises or will they fail
Does He, in anger, let suff’ring prevail?

But no, let me hearken to God’s former deeds
The days when, with miracles, He met our needs
When with His strong arm He did set us all free
He shook all the mountains and parted the Sea.

Truly there is no god mighty as Thee
Thunders and light’ning obey Your decree
You opened a path where the waters were deep
You led us along like Your own flock of sheep.

© 2014 J Dan Small