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A Sheep’s Journey Through Psalms -61

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Finding Refuge in the Higher Rock: A Devotion on Psalm 61

Imagine, dear friend, standing at the edge of a vast, windswept wilderness, your heart pounding like distant thunder as the weight of life’s trials presses in from every side. The sun dips low, casting long shadows over jagged terrain, and in that moment of faint-heartedness, you lift your voice to the heavens. This is the vivid scene evoked by Psalm 61, a heartfelt cry from King David, yet one that echoes through the ages as our own. Written perhaps during a time of exile or pursuit, this psalm paints a portrait of unwavering trust in God amid overwhelming circumstances. It’s a warm invitation to us all: when the world feels like it’s crumbling, God stands as our unshakeable refuge, drawing us upward to safety and eternal hope.

Let us journey through this psalm together, verse by verse, allowing its imagery to wrap around us like a comforting embrace. David begins with a raw plea: “Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I” (Psalm 61:1-2, NIV). Picture David, far from the familiar hills of Jerusalem, his spirit weary like a traveler lost in an endless desert, sands shifting underfoot. His heart “grows faint,” overwhelmed by enemies or inner turmoil, yet he doesn’t whisper—he cries out boldly. This isn’t a distant deity he’s addressing, but a loving Father who bends low to hear. St. Augustine beautifully captures this communal cry in his exposition on the psalm, noting how it unites us all in Christ: “In Christ we all are one man: because of this One Man the Head is in Heaven, and the members are yet toiling on earth.” Augustine reminds us that our earthly struggles are shared with Christ Himself, who faced temptations in the wilderness to show us the path to victory. Just as Christ was led by the Spirit into trial, so God leads us to “the rock that is higher than I”—a towering, immovable cliff rising above crashing waves, symbolizing Christ Himself, our firm foundation where no storm can reach.

David continues, reflecting on God’s past faithfulness: “For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe. I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings” (verses 3-4). Envision a besieged city, arrows flying like rain, yet within stands a mighty tower, its walls unbreachable, offering sanctuary to the weary warrior. God has been this for David time and again—through battles with Goliath, flights from Saul, and royal intrigues. Now, he yearns for more than temporary escape; he desires eternal dwelling in God’s “tent,” that sacred tabernacle where heaven touches earth, under the “shelter of your wings.” What tender imagery! Like a mother eagle spreading her vast plumage over her eaglets during a fierce gale, God’s wings enfold us, warm and protective, shielding us from the biting winds of adversity. Augustine elaborates on this divine covering: “Behold the reason why we are in safety amid so great temptations… because we are covered up in the veiling of His Wings. There is heat in the world, but there is a great shade under the wings of God.” In our own lives, when relationships fracture or health falters, we too can nestle here, finding rest that transcends the chaos.

The psalm shifts to gratitude and promise: “For you, God, have heard my vows; you have given me the heritage of those who fear your name. Prolong the life of the king; may his years endure through all generations. May he be enthroned in God’s presence forever; appoint your love and faithfulness to protect him” (verses 5-7). Here, David celebrates the “heritage”—not mere land or riches, but the spiritual inheritance of God’s people, a legacy of blessing for those who revere Him. It’s like inheriting a lush, eternal garden after toiling in barren fields, blooming with promises that span generations. St. John Chrysostom, another early Church leader, offers profound insight on this verse: “He calls it an inheritance, to show that no man obtaineth the kingdom by his own good works, but by grace.” Chrysostom emphasizes that this heritage isn’t earned through our efforts but gifted through God’s unmerited favor, a truth that warms the soul and humbles the heart. David prays for the king’s enduring reign—perhaps his own, or prophetically Christ’s—guarded by God’s steadfast love and faithfulness, like loyal sentinels standing watch through endless dawns.

Finally, David resolves in praise: “Then I will ever sing in praise of your name and fulfill my vows day after day” (verse 8). The psalm closes not in despair but in joyful melody, as if the faint heart now bursts forth in song, echoing across valleys like a river swelling after rain. This commitment to daily vows isn’t drudgery but delight, a lifelong rhythm of gratitude under God’s watchful eye.

St. Athanasius, in his letter to Marcellinus on the Psalms, encourages us to turn to Psalm 61 in times of fierce opposition: “But against those whose enmity is such that they would even take away your life, you must simply oppose your own obedience to the Lord, having no fear at all but all the more submitting to His will as they grow fiercer in their rage, and your form of words for this will be the 61st Psalm.” What comfort! In persecution or everyday battles, this psalm becomes our prayer, reminding us to submit trustingly to God.

Dear friend, as we reflect on Psalm 61 today, let its truths seep into your spirit. When your heart grows faint—from anxiety’s grip or loneliness’s shadow—cry out to the Rock higher than you. Shelter under His wings, claim your grace-given heritage, and let praise become your daily song. God hears, He leads, He protects. May this psalm draw you closer to Him, like a gentle fire warming a chilly night.

Let us pray: Loving Father, hear our cry from the ends of our own “earth”—our doubts, our fears. Lead us to Christ, our Rock, and shelter us under Your wings. Grant us the heritage of those who fear Your name, and fill our days with songs of praise. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

A Sheep’s Journey Through Psalms -59

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A Shelter in the Storm: Reflections on Psalm 59

Dear friend, imagine for a moment the flickering glow of oil lamps casting long shadows across ancient stone walls, as a young king-in-waiting huddles in his home, heart pounding. Outside, silent figures lurk like wolves in the twilight, sent by a jealous ruler to snuff out his life. This is the vivid backdrop of Psalm 59, a raw cry from David during one of his darkest nights, when Saul’s men encircled his house like a noose tightening in the wind. Yet, in this psalm, we don’t just hear desperation—we witness a soul anchoring itself to the unshakeable Rock. Let’s walk through these verses together, verse by verse, allowing the warmth of God’s faithfulness to envelop us like a cozy hearth on a chilly evening.

David begins with an urgent plea: “Deliver me from my enemies, O my God; protect me from those who rise up against me” (Psalm 59:1, ESV). Picture him, not as a mighty warrior, but as a vulnerable man, his voice echoing through the quiet night like a child’s call to a loving father. He exposits his innocence, declaring he hasn’t transgressed or sinned to deserve this peril (verses 3-4). It’s as if he’s laying bare his heart before the throne, reminding us that when life’s storms rage—be it betrayal at work, health battles that loom like thunderclouds, or relational wounds that sting like thorns—we can approach God without pretense. He sees our purity of intent, even when the world doesn’t.

As the psalm unfolds, David paints his adversaries with striking imagery: “Each evening they come back, howling like dogs and prowling about the city” (verse 6). Envision these foes not as distant threats, but as snarling packs circling under the moonlit streets, their growls a symphony of malice. They belch out words like venomous smoke, swords in their lips, sneering, “Who will hear us?” (verse 7). But oh, the turning point! David shifts our gaze upward: “But you, O Lord, laugh at them; you hold all the nations in derision” (verse 8). Here, God isn’t a distant judge but a mighty fortress, His laughter a thunderous reassurance that scatters the shadows. In exposition, this reveals a profound truth: our enemies, whether human schemers or the spiritual forces of doubt and fear, are no match for the Sovereign who upholds the stars. David clings to this, proclaiming, “O my Strength, I will watch for you, for you, O God, are my fortress” (verse 9). It’s an invitation for us to wait expectantly, like a farmer scanning the horizon for the first blush of dawn after a long, rainy night.

Moving deeper, David doesn’t merely seek escape; he prays for justice with a compassionate edge: “Kill them not, lest my people forget; make them totter by your power and bring them down” (verse 11). He envisions his foes trapped in their own pride, wandering like nomads in a barren desert, grumbling and howling into the void (verses 14-15). This expository layer uncovers God’s mercy even in judgment—He allows trials to linger just long enough to teach, like a potter shaping clay with firm yet gentle hands. For us today, it whispers that our struggles aren’t pointless; they’re classrooms where we learn to lean on the One who turns ashes into blooming gardens.

And then, the crescendo of praise: “But I will sing of your strength; I will sing aloud of your steadfast love in the morning” (verse 16). David imagines the break of day, the sun rising like a golden banner over the hills, banishing the night’s terrors. God is his refuge, a high tower amid the floodwaters of trouble (verse 16), and his strength, a melody that sustains through the fray (verse 17). In this closing thought, we see the psalm’s heart: deliverance isn’t always instant, but trust transforms the waiting into worship. It’s like emerging from a dense forest into a sun-dappled meadow, where every breath sings gratitude.

Beloved, in our own lives, Psalm 59 beckons us to this same rhythm. When adversaries—be they anxiety’s relentless whispers or opposition’s sharp arrows—encroach, let’s echo David’s cry, trusting the God who laughs at chaos and shelters us under His wings. He is your fortress, your strength, your song in the morning light. May this truth warm your spirit today, like sunlight filtering through autumn leaves.

Prayer:

Heavenly Father, like David in his hour of need, we turn to You as our deliverer. Surround us with Your steadfast love, scatter our fears like mist before the dawn, and teach us to sing Your praises even in the shadows. Amen.

A Sheep’s Journey Through Psalms -52

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A Devotion on Psalm 52: The Steadfast Love of God Endures

Psalm 52 paints a vivid picture of two paths: the way of the wicked, who trust in their own strength, and the way of the righteous, who find refuge in God’s steadfast love. As I read this psalm, I imagine a towering tree, its roots drinking deeply from a hidden spring, standing firm against a storm that rages around it. In contrast, I see a brittle, hollow reed, swaying arrogantly in the wind, only to be uprooted and cast aside. This is the heart of Psalm 52—a contrast between fleeting human pride and the enduring faithfulness of God.

The psalm begins with David confronting a boastful evildoer, likely Doeg the Edomite, whose tongue “plots destruction” (v. 2) and whose heart loves deceit over truth (v. 4). Picture a serpent, its words dripping with venom, weaving lies that glitter like false gold. I’ve seen this in my own life—moments when pride or deceit seemed tempting, promising quick gain or fleeting power. Maybe you’ve felt it too: the lure of cutting corners, speaking half-truths, or trusting in your own cleverness instead of God’s wisdom. But David warns that such a path is doomed. The wicked, who trust in their wealth and schemes, will be “uprooted from the land of the living” (v. 5). It’s a sobering image—like a tree torn from the soil, its roots exposed and lifeless under a merciless sun.

Yet the psalm doesn’t linger in judgment. It turns, like a sunrise breaking through a stormy night, to the hope of the righteous. David declares, “But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God” (v. 8). This isn’t just any tree—it’s an olive tree, thriving, fruitful, and rooted in God’s presence. I imagine its leaves shimmering under morning dew, its branches heavy with fruit, a symbol of life and abundance. This is what it means to trust in God’s steadfast love. In my own walk with Christ, I’ve found that when I root myself in prayer, in Scripture, and in worship, I feel that same vitality—like my soul is drinking from an eternal spring. Even when life’s storms howl, God’s love anchors me.

David’s response to God’s faithfulness is personal and heartfelt: “I will thank you forever, because you have done it” (v. 9). He doesn’t just thank God for what He might do; he praises Him for what He has already done. This challenges me to look back at my own life—to see the moments when God’s steadfast love carried me through trials, when His truth exposed the lies I was tempted to believe. Maybe you can think of times when God proved faithful, even when you couldn’t see the way forward. Like David, we’re called to proclaim His name “in the presence of the godly” (v. 9), sharing our stories of His goodness to encourage others.

Psalm 52 invites us to choose our roots wisely. Will we be like the wicked, trusting in fleeting wealth or clever words, only to be uprooted? Or will we sink our roots deep into God’s steadfast love, flourishing like an olive tree in His house? For me, this psalm is a call to trust, to worship, and to live with gratitude, knowing that God’s love endures forever. Let’s pray that we’d be trees planted in His courts, bearing fruit for His glory, no matter what storms may come.

A Sheep’s Journey Through Psalms -46

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A Refuge in the Storm: A Devotional on Psalm 46

Scripture: Psalm 46 (NIV)
“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea…” (Psalm 46:1-2)

Reflection

Psalm 46 is a powerful reminder of God’s unshakable presence amid life’s chaos. Written in a time of crisis, possibly during a siege or natural disaster, this psalm declares God as a fortress, a place of safety, and a source of strength. Its words have inspired countless Christians to trust in God’s sovereignty, no matter the circumstances.

The psalm begins with a bold proclamation: “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.” These words echo the assurance of God’s nearness. C.S. Lewis, in his reflections on suffering in The Problem of Pain, reminds us that God’s presence is not merely a distant hope but a reality that sustains us in our darkest moments. Lewis writes, “God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.” In Psalm 46, God’s voice shouts through the storm, assuring us that He is our refuge.

The psalmist paints a vivid picture of chaos—earthquakes, mountains crumbling, waters roaring (vv. 2-3). Yet, the response is not fear but trust. Why? Because God is greater than the chaos. Dietrich Bonhoeffer, who faced the horrors of Nazi persecution, found solace in this truth. In his Letters and Papers from Prison, he wrote, “I believe that God can and will bring good out of evil, even out of the greatest evil… He is my refuge.” Bonhoeffer’s faith, rooted in the same God of Psalm 46, sustained him through unimaginable trials.

The psalm’s central image, “a river whose streams make glad the city of God” (v. 4), contrasts the turbulent waters of chaos with the gentle, life-giving flow of God’s presence. Charles Spurgeon, reflected on this verse in his Treasury of David, noting, “While the raging sea of man’s fury threatens to overwhelm, the calm river of God’s grace flows on, bringing peace to His people.” This river reminds us that God’s peace is not dependent on external circumstances but flows from His eternal throne.

Finally, the psalm culminates in the famous command: “Be still, and know that I am God” (v. 10). This call to stillness is not passive resignation but an active trust in God’s sovereignty. Corrie ten Boom, a Holocaust survivor whose faith shone brightly in The Hiding Place, often quoted this verse. She said, “When we are powerless, it is a great joy to know that the Lord is our strength.” Her life testified to the truth that God’s power is made perfect in our weakness.

Application

Today, you may face your own storms—whether personal struggles, global uncertainties, or spiritual battles. Psalm 46 invites you to anchor yourself in God’s unchanging nature. Here are three ways to apply this psalm:

  1. Seek God as Your Refuge: When fear threatens, run to God in prayer. Like David, pour out your heart to the One who is your “ever-present help.”
  2. Trust in His Sovereignty: Reflect on the truth that God is exalted above all nations and circumstances (v. 10). Surrender your worries, knowing He is in control.
  3. Rest in His Peace: Take time to “be still” before God. Meditate on His promises, and let His peace, like a river, refresh your soul.

Prayer

Heavenly Father, You are our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. When the world shakes and fears arise, help us to trust in Your unshakable power. Teach us to be still and know that You are God, finding peace in Your presence. Thank You for being our fortress and our hope. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Closing Thought

As Martin Luther, inspired by Psalm 46, penned the hymn A Mighty Fortress Is Our God, he captured its essence: “A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing.” Let this truth inspire you today—God is with you, and He will never fail.

A Sheep’s Journey Through Psalms -39

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Silent Whispers of the Soul: A Reflection on Psalm 39

Oh, friends, have you ever felt that heavy weight in your chest, where words bubble up like a storm inside, but you know speaking them might lead you astray? I remember seasons in my own life when trials piled high—health scares, financial worries, and the sting of betrayal from those I trusted. In those moments, I turned to Psalm 39, David’s raw cry to God, and found a mirror to my soul. It’s a psalm that doesn’t sugarcoat the pain; instead, it invites us into honest communion with the Lord, reminding us that even in our frailty, His mercy is our anchor. Let’s journey through it together, drawing strength from its truths and the wisdom of fellow believers who’ve wrestled with these words before us.

Psalm 39 begins with David’s resolute vow: “I said, ‘I will watch my ways and keep my tongue from sin; I will put a muzzle on my mouth while in the company of the wicked‘” (verse 1, NIV). But as the psalm unfolds, his silence breaks under the pressure of suffering. He ponders the fleeting nature of life: “Show me, Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is. You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure” (verses 4-5). David sees the vanity in worldly pursuits—”Surely everyone goes around like a mere phantom; in vain they rush about, heaping up wealth without knowing whose it will finally be” (verse 6)—and turns his gaze upward: “But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you” (verse 7). He pleads for deliverance from sin and God’s rebukes, acknowledging his status as a stranger and sojourner on earth, before ending with a poignant request: “Look away from me, that I may enjoy life again before I depart and am no more” (verse 13).

In these verses, I see David’s heart laid bare—a man grappling with the brevity of life, the temptation to complain, and the deep need for God’s grace. It’s inspiring how he doesn’t wallow in despair but pivots to hope. Charles Spurgeon, that great preacher of old, captures this tension beautifully in his commentary. He notes that David’s decision to muzzle his mouth was a wise guard against sin, for “tongue sins are great sins: like sparks of fire, ill-words spread, and do great damage.”

Spurgeon encourages us to watch our words, especially in trials, as a act of faith, turning potential murmurs into silent prayers that draw us closer to God. Oh, how I’ve needed that reminder—when bitterness threatened to spill from my lips, choosing silence opened space for the Holy Spirit to whisper peace.

Matthew Henry, another faithful expositor, echoes this by likening watchfulness to a bridle on the head and a hand on the reins, urging us to balance silence with edifying speech. But Henry doesn’t stop at self-control; he dives into the psalm’s core theme of vanity, declaring, “In our greatest health and prosperity, every man is altogether vanity, he cannot live long; he may die soon. This is an undoubted truth, but we are very unwilling to believe it.“

What an inspirational call to humility! In my own reflections, this has pushed me to loosen my grip on earthly ambitions, realizing that true security isn’t in wealth or status, but in surrendering to the Eternal One. Life’s handbreadth span isn’t meant to depress us, but to awaken us to live purposefully, investing in what lasts forever.

John Calvin, the reformer whose insights pierce the heart, sees in David’s outburst a confession of human infirmity. He writes that David, overwhelmed by sorrow, “rather confesses the sin of his infirmity in bursting forth into immoderate sorrow, and in being led by the vehemence of this affection to indulge in sinful complaints.” Yet, Calvin finds hope here: this honesty models humility and dependence on God, teaching us that even our failures can lead to deeper devotion. It’s comforting to know that saints like David stumbled too, yet God used their pleas for mercy to draw them nearer. In my struggles, this has inspired me to bring my unfiltered pain to the throne, trusting He’ll refine it into praise.

And then there’s John Piper, whose modern voice resonates with eternal truth. Reflecting on the psalm’s brevity theme, he quotes verse 4: “O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am!” Piper sees this not as morbid, but as a path to wisdom: “Teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom” (from Psalm 90:12, but tied to 39).

He inspires us by pointing out that our mist-like existence highlights our marvel—created for eternity through Christ. “God has reopened for us the way to the tree of life, to eternal life, and that way is through his Son, Jesus.”

What hope! In my darkest days, this truth has lifted me: our fleeting lives are invitations to anchor in the unchanging Savior, where true joy awaits.

Reflection:

Dear reader, Psalm 39 calls us to action today. When life feels vain and short, guard your words, confess your sins, and fix your hope on God. Let the brevity inspire urgency—love deeply, serve boldly, and pursue holiness. Remember, you’re a sojourner here, but heaven’s your home. As I apply this, I’ve started to become more deliberate in thanking God for each breath and seeking His wisdom to number my days aright.

Prayer:

Heavenly Father, like David, we confess our frailty and the vanity of our pursuits. Teach us to guard our tongues, to embrace life’s brevity as a gift that draws us to You. Forgive our sins, deliver us from despair, and fill us with hope in Christ. Look upon us with mercy, that we might rejoice in Your presence now and forever. Amen.

40 Days of Praise — Day 32

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MASTER, THE TEMPEST IS RAGING by Mary Baker

Master, the tempest is raging, the billows are tossing high

The sky is overshadowed with blackness, No shelter of haven is nigh

Carest Thou not that we perish?, How canst Thou lie asleep

When each moment so madly is threatening, A grave in the angry deep?

Master, with anguish of spirit, I bow in my grief today

The depths of my sad heart are troubled, O waken and save, I pray!

Torrents of sin and of anguish, Sweep o’er my sinking soul

And I perish! I perish dear Master, O hasten and take control

Master, the terror is over, the elements sweetly rest

Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored, And heaven’s within my breast

Linger, O blessed Redeemer, Leave me alone no more

And with joy I shall make the blest harbor, And rest on the blissful shore

REFRAIN:

The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will, Peace be still!

Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea, Or demons or men, or whatever it be

No water can swallow the ship where lies, The Master of ocean and earth and skies

They all shall sweetly obey Thy will, Peace be still! Peace be still!

They all shall sweetly obey Thy will, Peace, peace be still!

               Straight out of the gospels comes this stirring hymn. One can feel the terror of the disciples on their boat at night, being swamped by a massive storm that threatened their lives. They are incredulous that Jesus is sleeping through it all and in fright accuse Him of not caring. How they quaked with fear when He commanded the storm to cease. They were far more afraid of Him than the storm at the conclusion of the story.

               The writer then moves us from physical storms to emotional storms in verse two. There are times when grief threatens to overwhelm our life like waves over a boat. We feel helpless to stop the pain. We have no answers. We spiral downward, into despair, disillusionment and depression. How we even accuse God of not caring for us in those moments. Like Job’s wife, we sometimes want to curse God and die to escape the pain. How wonderful that Jesus can still those storms too. How marvelous that He can bring peace even in the middle of horrible circumstances.

               Then, when the storm passes, as they always do, we see just how awesome He is. We realize what we have learned of Him, that He does care. We learn that we need Him always, that He is mighty to save. It doesn’t matter whether the threat is natural or supernatural. It doesn’t matter if we are battling the elements or ourselves, God is in control and powerful to save. All we need to do is cry out in faith to Him, trusting in His inherent goodness.

Lord, thank You for being a good God. A God who cares. A God who can and does save. Help us to trust in You no matter the circumstances we find ourselves in. You alone are powerful and mighty to save.

Hymn Devotions Day 32 – Master, The Tempest Is Raging

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DAY 32 – MASTER, THE TEMPEST IS RAGING

 

Straight out of the gospels comes this stirring hymn. One can feel the terror of the disciples on their boat at night, being swamped by a massive storm that threatened their lives. They are incredulous that Jesus is sleeping through it all and in fright accuse Him of not caring. How they quaked with fear when He commanded the storm to cease. They were far more afraid of Him than the storm at the conclusion of the story.

The writer then moves us from physical storms to emotional storms in verse two. There are times when grief threatens to overwhelm our life like waves over a boat. We feel helpless to stop the pain. We have no answers. We spiral downward, into despair, disillusionment and depression. How we even accuse God of not caring for us in those moments. Like Job’s wife, we sometimes want to curse God and die to escape the pain. How wonderful that Jesus can still those storms too. How marvelous that He can bring peace even in the middle of horrible circumstances.

Then, when the storm passes, as they always do, we see just how awesome He is. We realize what we have learned of Him, that He does care. We learn that we need Him always, that He is mighty to save. It doesn’t matter whether the threat is natural or supernatural. It doesn’t matter if we are battling the elements or ourselves, God is in control and powerful to save. All we need to do is cry out in faith to Him, trusting in His inherent goodness.

 

Lord, thank You for being a good God. A God who cares. A God who can and does save. Help us to trust in You no matter the circumstances we find ourselves in. You alone are powerful and mighty to save.

MASTER, THE TEMPEST IS RAGING – Mary Baker

 

Master, the tempest is raging, the billows are tossing high

The sky is overshadowed with blackness

No shelter of haven is nigh

Carest Thou not that we perish?

How canst Thou lie asleep

When each moment so madly is threatening

A grave in the angry deep?

 

Master, with anguish of spirit, I bow in my grief today

The depths of my sad heart are troubled

O waken and save, I pray!

Torrents of sin and of anguish

Sweep o’er my sinking soul

And I perish! I perish dear Master

O hasten and take control

 

Master, the terror is over, the elements sweetly rest

Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored

And heaven’s within my breast

Linger, O blessed Redeemer

Leave me alone no more

And with joy I shall make the blest harbor

And rest on the blissful shore

 

REFRAIN:

 

The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will, Peace be still!

Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea

Or demons or men, or whatever it be

No water can swallow the ship where lies

The Master of ocean and earth and skies

They all shall sweetly obey Thy will

Peace be still! Peace be still!

They all shall sweetly obey Thy will

Peace, peace be still!

 

 

 

Hymn Devotions Day 30 – Take My Hand Precious Lord

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DAY 30 – TAKE MY HAND, PRECIOUS LORD

 

Many hymns were written out of tragedies, and this one was no exception. Thomas Dorsey was a fantastic musician and song writer who was devastated when his wife died giving birth to their child, who also later died. Filled with despair, he lost faith in God being a good and caring God. Deep in his grief, God reached out to him one as he sat at a friend’s house, overshadowing him with peace and filling his heart with love. Immediately he started playing a melody and these words welled up from inside him.

We can all empathize with him at times in our life. Few us there are who have not been touched with death or tragedy. Few of us there are who have not known despair at the circumstances we find ourselves in. Like the disciples on the boat in the storm, we have a feeling that any moment life is going to drown us. Thankfully, God is in control. He does have a plan, and it is a good one because He is good.

We can, like Peter found out, grab hold of His hand when we are in danger of drowning and He can lift us up to walk above the storms of life. He is all we need. When He is all there is we find Him to be more than sufficient, more than enough. He is God. All-knowing. All-caring. All-powerful. All-wise. All-good. He is God.

When we are overwhelmed we need to simply cry out to Him, “Lord, take my hand.” He will. He will lead us to Himself, where we will find rest for our burdened souls. “Come to Me” is His invitation. He will never turn us away.

 

Lord, take my hand today. Lead me to You. I do not know what today entails for my life, but You do. I can easily lose sight of You, lose perspective, lose hope. Keep me in Your hand, so that I am not overwhelmed by life, but so I can rest in You. Amen.

 

TAKE MY HAND, PRECIOUS LORD – Thomas Dorsey

 

Precious Lord, take my hand

Lead me on, let me stand

I am tired

I am weak

I am worn

Through the storm

Through the night

Lead me on to the light

Take my hand, precious Lord

Lead me home

 

When my way grows drear

Precious Lord, linger near

When my life is almost gone

Hear my cry

Hear my call

Hold my hand

Lest I fall

Take my hand, precious Lord

Lead me home

 

When the darkness appears

And the night draws near

And the day is past and gone

At the river I stand

Guide my feet

Hold my hand

Take my hand, precious Lord

Lead me home