TROUBLED
TROUBLED
Sometimes I feel discouraged LORD, I border on despair…
I wonder if I failed to reach YOU with my fervent prayer…
The things that do beset me, I’m sure YOU see them too…
I wonder if YOU’RE waiting… just to see what “I” might do…
I want to stand upon YOUR WORD… and believe that it’s O.K.…
I know that it takes more than this… I know that I should pray…
I sometimes feel like YOU allow the problems that I face…
Just to reinforce the fact… I should seek YOUR grace…
I often fail to seek YOU LORD… when things are going fine…
I forget that this is YOUR world… and it isn’t mine…
I’m filled with impatience… I long to see it “NOW”…
YOUR way is so much better… for YOU will show me “how”…
Please help me LORD to understand…my problems aren’t unique…
I should simply “Stand” with YOU… for solutions that I seek…
YOU have brought me through the storms of turmoil in the past…
Whatever storm is raging now… I know just will not last…
Forgive me if I tend to whine, and murmur of my plight…
Joy cometh in the morning… they may endure for just a night…
YOUR WORD says I can have it, if its in YOUR will…
Even though I don’t deserve it… I can have it still…
I know that I am one of many… making my request…
I expect YOUR blessings LORD… because I have confessed…
YOU said not to worry… it can surely vex my soul…
Please help me to remember LORD… YOU are in control…
CC: May 10, 2007
Psalm 30
1 I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
3 O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
4 Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
6 And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
7 Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
8 I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication.
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
10 Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
