Psalm 57:1 Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.
David was no stranger to danger and deprivation. He hid from Saul and he fled from Absalom his son. Many were his enemies as he fought battle after battle with the Philistines. Many was the night that he must have looked up into the heavens and reflected on his desperate plight. I can almost see him looking up into the vastness of God's marvelous heavens and calling out to God. David knew that it was only in the God he trusted that he could find solace and refuge.
We may not personally face the dangers that David faced but in the troubles of modern living along with the cancers and diseases that face us daily we find ourselves needing the same solace that David needed.
Our calamities may be the grave illness of ourselves or a loved one or possibly the loss of a loved one. We, as David, have that same refuge that we can flee to. Time has not lessened the ability of God to reach down further than we can reach up.
Let us with David abide in our Lord that we may have the same confidence he had so we may with David boldly proclaim: "He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. 2 I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust." (Psalm 91:1-2)
Hillbilly
Poetry from Joyce Pool
Tell the world how much I love them;
Move your faithful pen.
Tell them how I laid My life down
for the forgiveness of their sins.
Tell the world how I adore them;
Move your faithful pen.
Find the flowing ink to unfold
the mysteries whispered therein.
© Joyce Pool
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The Spirit of God
Overjoyed is my heart,
Being able to see
What the Spirit of God
Has given to me.
Precious time in worship
Through prayer and song,
Feeling His presence
All the day long.
A God fearing family
To love and raise,
Through every season
And all of my days.
The gift of my broken
And lamenting heart
Which God touched and healed
For a Spirit-filled start.
I fear not to be placed
Into an earthly grave
For the Spirit breathed life
Into my soul… now saved.
Job 33:4
The Spirit of God hath made me,
and the breath
of the Almighty
hath given me life.
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