(A David psalm.)
My nightlight for my night terrors.
My body guard in a dark alley.
That’s Yahweh,
Canceling my fear.
My life’s safe house,
That’s Yahweh.
Remind me again
Why I should fear anyone.
When haters prowl
With dripping fangs,
They’ll be the ones
Who lay lifeless on the floor.
Though a gang with guns
Closes in around me,
My heart won’t flutter
With fear.
Even if the bullets begin to fly,
I’ll stay calm and cool.
How so?
One thought fills my mind:
Yahweh enters my imagination.
I want to be in his house.
I want to live there forever.
I want to see with my own eyes
The beauty of the invisible God.
I want to encounter Yahweh
In worship.
Yes, bad days will come.
But he will take me to his hideout.
In church
I’ll find myself safe
And saved,
More secure
Than in a high castle.
I’ll stop cowering,
Seeing the haters
For what they really are.
Worship will fill my heart
With joy.
I’ll burst into song,
Filling the air with sweet music
For Yahweh.
Prayer changes everything.
Yahweh hears.
He answers.
He acts
Out of his great love.
The key is the Voice,
Speaking in my heart:
“Look at God,
Eye to eye.”
Yes, that’s it!
I’ll stop everything else
And look for Yahweh.
So, don’t cover your face.
Don’t turn away in anger.
All of this rides on you.
It always has,
Always will.
Don’t walk away, saving God.
If you do, I’m toast.
But I’m sure of this:
Even if my parents walked out on me,
Yahweh would open
His home to me.
So, school my mind,
Teaching me how you do things, Yahweh.
Point me in the right direction
So I can outrun
My pursuers.
Don’t let them catch me,
Stabbing me with their
Knife words.
But I’m not worried,
Relying on this:
Yahweh will take care of me,
And not just in some distant future.
Here.
Now.
In this life.
So, be patient.
Wait.
Yahweh is coming.
My heart, take courage.
Be patient.
Wait.
Yahweh is coming.