Texts: Psalm 9:1-14, Job 6:1-21, Matthew 24:45-51
In a departure from my typical response, a more creative approach, based primarily on Job:
Under the crushing weight of your eye, I cannot stand.
I am weighted by the grains of sand in my shoe,
my heart pierced with the reflection of my human shell.
In truth, I have no help in me, and anything upon which I would stand
is not mine.
Am I to despise the breath You have given?
I stumble along the path, wondering if I walk it alone.
I hear the victory cry of those who thirst for my blood;
let them come.
I am silenced; shout to me so that I may find You.
I do not dare look for you for fear I would chase the wrong thing,
Come to me.
Do You despise those with no hope,
pushing mute as they open their mouths,
leaving the weak to their own devices?
If Your love is dependent upon my faithfulness,
my failures and I dig my grave.
Is this based upon chance, upon
the slight chance I might get it right?
Come to me, that I may see
whether you are Rebel or King,
Shepherd or Lamb,
Judge or Savior.
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