Psalm 9: The weeds and the wheat Jesus told a good story (he was good like that!) about a guy growing wheat but weeds grew too all mixed up together and it was hard to tell weeds from wheat until they grew seeds and the wheat put up tall full stalks of grain and the weeds produced nothing. Our lives are like that O we’d love to have it all together to give thanks to the Lord with our hearts full and whole. Instead we are at war with ourselves We are our own worst enemy Freedom only comes as we stand under judgment. So show me, Judge Jesus - Show me the lies in my head snare them in their tangled logic. Show me the hate that lurks under politeness pluck me from the mires of death. Show me the pointless efforts that end up in ruins, blotted out as if I had never bothered. Show me the pits of self-obsession catching my feet in nets of stress. Sit in judgment, Lord Jesus Stand on the side of the vulnerable people that I all too easily ignore. Call me again to trust you. Tell me your name again and tell me mine. |
Psalm 9: With all my heart
With every bit of me I give you thanks, O Lord With every breath I tell how good you are With all my heart I love you. |
Note on the photo:
I took this photo at The Esplanade, Palmerston North, under the gum trees (which were filled with Tui birds singing their hearts out!). We had 2 very dry months to start this year, and when the rain came the ground everywhere became covered with new fresh bright green shoots.
I took this photo at The Esplanade, Palmerston North, under the gum trees (which were filled with Tui birds singing their hearts out!). We had 2 very dry months to start this year, and when the rain came the ground everywhere became covered with new fresh bright green shoots.