I Don’t See You (Psalm 10)

OK, I got confused about where I was in the process and you are getting another post from Psalm 10 today. I wrote it, so I am posting it. Tomorrow you will again be back in Psalm 11. jkb

Psalm 10

Prayer for Deliverance from Enemies

Psalm 10 New International Version (NIV)

Psalm 10[a]

Why, Lord, do you stand far off?
    Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?

In his arrogance the wicked man hunts down the weak,
    who are caught in the schemes he devises.
He boasts about the cravings of his heart;
    he blesses the greedy and reviles the Lord.
In his pride the wicked man does not seek him;
    in all his thoughts there is no room for God.
His ways are always prosperous;
    your laws are rejected by[b] him;
    he sneers at all his enemies.
He says to himself, “Nothing will ever shake me.”
    He swears, “No one will ever do me harm.”

His mouth is full of lies and threats;
    trouble and evil are under his tongue.
He lies in wait near the villages;
    from ambush he murders the innocent.
His eyes watch in secret for his victims;
    like a lion in cover he lies in wait.
He lies in wait to catch the helpless;
    he catches the helpless and drags them off in his net.
10 His victims are crushed, they collapse;
    they fall under his strength.
11 He says to himself, “God will never notice;
    he covers his face and never sees.”

12 Arise, Lord! Lift up your hand, O God.
    Do not forget the helpless.
13 Why does the wicked man revile God?
    Why does he say to himself,
    “He won’t call me to account”?
14 But you, God, see the trouble of the afflicted;
    you consider their grief and take it in hand.
The victims commit themselves to you;
    you are the helper of the fatherless.
15 Break the arm of the wicked man;
    call the evildoer to account for his wickedness
    that would not otherwise be found out.

16 The Lord is King for ever and ever;
    the nations will perish from his land.
17 You, Lord, hear the desire of the afflicted;
    you encourage them, and you listen to their cry,
18 defending the fatherless and the oppressed,
    so that mere earthly mortals
    will never again strike terror. (Psalm 10:1-18, New International Version)

Though I did not plan it this way, after finishing the poem below, inspired by Psalm 10:1, I realized God gave me a poem very appropriate for Ash Wednesday and Lent. I pray you have a Holy Lent.

Why can’t I see you, Lord of my heart?
I can see people rushing around.
Strangers pull me, it tears me apart.
Your absence from my sight, it astounds.

Why can I not see you God?
Why don’t I hear the Holy?
The fragrance I smell is odd.
Let me taste bread and wine slowly.
Your touch on me, I am awed,
Come back, I seek you solely.

Why can I not hear your mighty voice?
The noise around us, do we fear sound?
When I hear you speak, I will rejoice.
Your absence from my ears, just astounds.

Why can I not see you God?
Why don’t I hear the Holy?
The fragrance I smell is odd.
Let me taste bread and wine slowly.
Your touch on me, I am awed,
Come back, I seek you solely.

A smell enters my nose, it isn’t you.
Thick air that smells, human work abounds.
When can I smell your morning due?
Your absence from my nose, it astounds.

Why can I not see you God?
Why don’t I hear the Holy?
The fragrance I smell is odd.
Let me taste bread and wine slowly.
Your touch on me, I am awed,
Come back, I seek you solely.

I do not taste you, in bread and wine.
I taste the dirt from unholy ground.
Now, at your table, I cannot dine.
Your absence from my mouth, it astounds.

Why can I not see you God?
Why don’t I hear the Holy?
The fragrance I smell is odd.
Let me taste bread and wine slowly.
Your touch on me, I am awed,
Come back, I seek you solely.

In times before your hand was on me.
The Holy touch pulls me heaven bound.
Your touch I could feel in gentle breeze.
That you I do not feel, it astounds.

Why can I not see you God?
Why don’t I hear the Holy?
The fragrance I smell is odd.
Let me taste bread and wine slowly.
Your touch on me, I am awed,
Come back, I seek you solely.

I know it is I who will wander.
I close off my senses, it astounds.
To not have you, my life I squander.
Holy love for sinful me, abounds.

I will soon see the Holy.
I will here your mighty voice.
Sweet blooms I will smell slowly.
You I will taste and rejoice.
You God, me, the lowly.
Back to you, will be my choice.

Have a blessed day in the Lord.

In Search of the Genuine,
Keith

Copyright 2020, J. Keith Broyles, All Rights Reserved
Permission is granted to use for non-commercial purposes

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