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Out of the depths
I have cried to You,
O Lord;
Lord, hear my voice!
Let Your ears be attentive
To the voice of my supplications.(Ps.130:1-2)
Oh, that I had wings
like a dove!
For then I would fly away
and be at rest.
Indeed, I would wander far off,
And remain in the wilderness.
I would hasten my escape
From the windy storm
and tempest.(Ps.55:6-8)
My heart is severely pained
within me,(Ps.55:4a)
My soul also is greatly
troubled,(Ps.6:3a)
I am weary with my groaning;
All night I make my bed swim;
I drench my couch with
my tears.(Ps.6:6)
I am feeble and severely broken;
I groan because of the
turmoil of my heart.(Ps.38:8)
For it is not an enemy who
reproaches me;
Then I could bear it.
Nor is it one who hates me
Who has magnified himself against me;
Then I could hide from him.
But it was you, a man my equal,
My companion and my acquaintance.
We took sweet counsel together,
And walked to the house of God
in the throng.(Ps.55:12-14)
In You, O Lord, I put
my trust;
Let me never be put to shame.(Ps.71:1)
You know my reproach,
My shame, and my dishonor;
My adversaries are all
before You.
Reproach has broken my heart,
And I am full of heaviness;
I looked for someone
to take pity,
But there was none;
And for comforters,
But I found none.(Ps.69:19-20)
I will cry out to God
Most High
To God who performs all
things for me.(Ps.57:2)
You remember my wanderings;
Put my tears into Your bottle;
Are they not in Your book?(Ps.56:8)
My soul, wait silently
for God alone,
For my expectation is
from Him.
He only is my rock and
my salvation;
He is my defense;
I shall not be moved.(Ps.62:5-6)
In my distress I called
upon the Lord,
And cried out to my God;
He heard my voice
from His temple,
And my cry came before Him,
even to His ears.(Ps.18:6)
Trust in Him at all times,
you people;
Pour out your heart
before Him;
God is a refuge for us.(Ps.62:8)
When the wounds of my heart
need healing,
And my broken dreams
need mending…
The Lord tenderly meets me,
Lifting my cares,
Erasing my fears,
Restoring my hopes.
Like a fresh breath from heaven,
GOD touches me….
And I am whole again.
~Author: Rebecca Barlow Jordan~
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