Thank you for joining me for Weekend Worship. Sometimes I have no words, my heart is full. Feeling like a prisoner set free, haunted by my past, unable to break free. When I cry out to God, He answers with healing and freedom. I find comfort in the Psalms, because it seems many of the Psalms express what I am feeling; they call out the words within me. It was through reading the Psalms that I found my voice. In the beginning it was the voice of lament like so many of the Psalms, later it became the voice of praise.
It began a journey into poetry for me which became my own dialogue with God. I developed this process of reading a Psalm, that was God’s word to me, He began the conversation. Then as I meditated on His words in the Psalm, my own voice emerged and I “wrote back”. Today I am sharing one of those conversations with you; you can read God’s Word to me in Psalm 3 from your Bible, then below is what poured forth from my own heart to God.
Prisoner Set Free
Lord how they are increased that trouble me!
Many are the afflictions of the past-
Abuse, punishment, cruelty
At the hands of those who whispered love.
Blows, bruises, injury-isolation
Cruel threats-hate filled words.
Many are the scars-but where the healing?
Were You my Shield?
I cried out-did You hear?
Lift my head? Protect me?
The ghosts from the past never cease
They mock me, they say there is
NO hope for me in God.
Yet, You call to me in my pain,
But I refuse to hear-
Engulfed, imprisoned, drowning.
You are my salvation, my Healer
You silence the voices, break the chains
Calm the storm within.
You lift my head, take my hand-
You pull me out. Selah.