I take refuge in you, Lord, my God.
Save me from all who chase me!
2 Otherwise, they will rip me apart,
dragging me off with no chance of rescue.
3 Lord, my God, if I have done this—
if my hands have done anything wrong,
4 if I have repaid a friend with evil
or oppressed a foe for no reason—
5 then let my enemy
not only chase but catch me,
trampling my life into the ground,
laying my reputation in the dirt. Selah
6 Get up, Lord; get angry!
Stand up against the fury of my foes!
Wake up, my God;[b]
you command that justice be done!
7 Let the assembled peoples surround you.
Rule them from on high![c]
8 The Lord will judge the peoples.
Establish justice for me, Lord,
according to my righteousness
and according to my integrity.
9 Please let the evil of the wicked be over,
but set the righteous firmly in place
because you, the righteous God,
are the one who examines hearts and minds.
10 God is my shield;
he saves those whose heart is right.
11 God is a righteous judge,
a God who is angry at evil[d] every single day.
12 If someone doesn’t change their ways,
God will sharpen his sword,
will bend his bow,
will string an arrow.
13 God has deadly weapons in store
for those who won’t change;
he gets his flaming arrows ready!
14 But look how the wicked hatch evil,
conceive trouble, give birth to lies!
15 They make a pit, dig it all out,
and then fall right into the hole that they’ve made!
16 The trouble they cause
will come back on their own heads;
the violence they commit
will come down on their own skulls.
17 But I will thank the Lord
for his righteousness;
I will sing praises
to the name of the Lord Most High. (Psalm 7, Common English Bible)
Your Hand to Us Display
A poem based on Psalm 7 by Keith Broyles
Lord, what did I do wrong?
Those who accuse me lie.
They believe they stand strong.
You and truth, they defy.
Scream and shout, blame, blame, blame,
Their fingers point to me.
Lord you know me, my name.
You are truth, help me see.
O God, you know my heart.
You know me, your servant.
You have blessed from my start.
Blameless, I am fervent.
Show my accusers their err.
Teach them truth, show them love.
I am wronged, I shall be fair.
I will show and rise above.
May they see their error.
Let the ground not collapse.
Allow not hands of terror.
Bring no pit in earth’s gaps.
May we show love to you.
From faithful hearts today.
Joy, grace, and praise be true.
Your hand, to us, display.
Have a blessed day in the Lord.
Seeking the Genuine,
Copyright 2020, J. Keith Broyles, All Rights Reserved
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