Overcoming fear and accepting God’s hand through the trials.
I’m not new to this suffering. Neither is Jesus. Lately so much has been happening … riots, floods, missile launches, dirty politics…. my own weaknesses and imperfection. It’s so easy to give up and question God, like He doesn’t know what He is doing, like He is not the author and vindicator of everything that is good, like he didn’t make me fearfully and wonderfully to fulfill His true divine purposes for my life.
The world might raise me to hate who I am because the canal mind cannot begin to understand or discern who I was made to be. I am better than what anyone can guess or calculate about me, because the manufacturer of my soul, God, is the only one who can rate my beauty, my worth and my potential. I am made to work for His divine purpose and His heavenly Kingdom. Forget this fallen world. Remembering God in these last days will make a difference.
For the director of music. Of David.
1 In the Lord I take refuge.
How then can you say to me:
“Flee like a bird to your mountain.
2 For look, the wicked bend their bows;
they set their arrows against the strings
to shoot from the shadows
at the upright in heart.
3 When the foundations are being destroyed,
what can the righteous do?”
4 The Lord is in his holy temple;
the Lord is on his heavenly throne.
He observes everyone on earth;
his eyes examine them.
5 The Lord examines the righteous,
but the wicked, those who love violence,
he hates with a passion.
6 On the wicked he will rain
fiery coals and burning sulfur;
a scorching wind will be their lot.
7 For the Lord is righteous,
he loves justice;
the upright will see his face.
When you feel like a stranger on your own planet, in your own life.
I am a foreigner, from a distant land.
I speak your language but you don’t understand.
I have hands like yours, that are never praised
I have eyes like yours that can also gaze.
I know that you came from the land of my father
But then why can’t we accept each other?
It is sad you think that you are better
But if I am stupid, how did I write this letter?
My strength you use to beat your butter,
But whether I’m hungry or not, it doesn’t matter.
I know one day I am going to belong
That Is why I comfort myself with this bitter song.
It is hard to sleep when I hear the loud bang
From thoughts of my family members being forced to hang
You try to keep me on your little hook
Your ears burn when you hear me read a book.
You can take away my bread, and burn my clothes
But whatever you do, we will never be foes.
Being strong and running fast is something I’ve learnt
I’ve been chased like a dog betrayed by my own scent.
My only way to escape from your trigger
Is to hold my breath and cross that river
Restricted in life and even by who to love
Praying for the freedom you will never have
Soon, you will stop judging me by the colour of my hand
But until then I remain a foreigner from a distant land.
the reality of actually surrendering it all. When I finally trust and obey.
This is where life begins when one chooses to break out of a cell, but life has been painted with walls… so you try to break out of this hell… you throw yourself at the doors that won’t open, then you fall on your knees asking for help. You might never feel like you are a perfect pearl, or that you were made to do something worth keeping, something that would bless nations. You finally break out of that shell that was suffocating your dreams and run off with it, till you reach the brink of the ship. Do you jump? Or walk the plank. There are more sharks on the other side and the pirates, your persecutors are coming so you have to think fast. That’s when a bloody nailed hand comes in, Jesus reaches out. Will you believe in your life of obstacles or would you believe in Him? To live, we must die, to die to this world, we must be born again. Believe in Him. Jeremiah 31:3. Believe in Him and you will walk on stormy seas.