Deliverence (Psalm 40:8-17)

Why would I contend with the Lord, the All-Great?
Opposing His providence over the earth?
For it is Your good pleasure, not nebulous fate,
You’re personal, faithful, in all of Your works.

I was not ashamed to announce this the same,
Declaring Your love, and salvation, and truth –
How righteous, how gracious, how worthy Your name!
I glorify You though Your own attributes.

Without Your compassion – how desperate my plight!
My self-fashioned demons would swallow me whole.
I’m drowning, defeated, unable to fight,
I’m desperately pleading: deliver my soul!

Abandon me not! For my courage has failed,
I abandon myself to the cause of Your praise.
Apart from your aid I’d have never prevailed,
This flood of iniquity drown in Your grace!

You’re seated with power, with host to attend,
The might of Your armies no man’s eyes can see:
The myriad warriors deployed to defend,
These angels arrayed and Your bright panoply.

You’re pleased to deliver Your saints from distress,
You love to deploy Your battalions to save.
I pray then You hear me in Your righteousness,
Demolish those men who against You yet rave!

Let the saints of the Lord raise a victory cheer!
Extol all His greatness, and revel in Him.
Let that promise of triumph expel all my fear,
And bolster me now while I struggle with sin.

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Fault (Psalm 39)

Must I not speak a word,
To keep myself from sin?
That I offend not God,
Or blaspheme before men.
For human language fails.
Our ear has never heard –
But God commands us speak,
And He became the Word.

How can I come to You?
I live but fleeting years,
My mortal, finite cry,
Will never reach Your ears.
For You forever Am,
But I will cease to be –
And yet the Spirit stands,
To intercede for me.

I hope in transience,
In vanity and dust.
The shadow of Your light,
Is all I bear to trust.
I justly should be slain,
For doubting in Your ways –
But You condemned Yourself,
And took my sinner’s place.

A dreadful guest am I,
Dependent on Your grace,
I’d quickly blow away,
Before Your frowning face.
I’m guilty, small, and damned,
Yet unto You I called –
The trial is adjourned,
You filled my every fault.

Reason (Proverbs 29:7)

Since God is slow to judge,
He bears no threat to me,
I see no consequence,
There is no law I see,
No power but what’s mine,
Except the law of might,
The power of the sword,
And winning makes it right.
I’ll let my heart be glad,
And take those things I need,
If God had loved the weak,
He wouldn’t make them sheep.
For I may wield the rod,
It will not fall on me,
I choose what I may have,
In my sagacity.
I am forever right.
How dare you question me!
The Father wont come home,
He judges not, as me.
For I have helped the poor,
Who payed their dues to me,
I only took the wealth,
Of those who were to weak.
I wont reprove my son,
I want to hep him see,
The rod would do him hurt;
Let him then be as me.