Psalm 56: The Worrywort’s Psalm


Mercy, my God, mercy!
Worries crowd me
Anxiety is my enemy!
Stress is my adversary.

All day long they attack and batter me
All day long they nag and accuse me

Fear crowds my body, spins my thoughts, twists my words

But I will trust in you
My God, your Word I praise
I cling to you until fear backs off
I choose to believe you and doubt the voice of anxiety
I choose to strip away its power over me

What can mere mortals do to me?
When I call for help from the living God!

Mercy, my God, mercy
Count my fears, record my weeping
Collect my tears in your well
Let them flow with living water
Spirit flow in praise through pain

My God, your Word I praise
Your truth I trust
I will not be afraid

Because you are extracting me
From the grip of fear
You are steadying me as I walk free
So I will walk with you, my God, in the light of life.

Psalm 56: Being trod on
 

When I was being trod on, you came to my rescue.
When my tears fell, you caught them in a bottle.
When I complained to you, you wrote it all down.
When fears lay in wait to attack me, I was not afraid.
When I was falling, you caught me.
When death almost had me, you held me tight.
So I will walk with God in the light of life.
This I know: God is on my side!
You, God, I will praise. You, God, I will trust!
 
 

Note on the photo:
A wonderfully gnarled tree stump at Himatangi Beach after a storm.