Psalm 103:6-22

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PSALM 103:6-22
God makes everything come out right;
he puts victims back on their feet.
He showed Moses how he went about his work,
opened up his plans to all Israel.
God is sheer mercy and grace;
not easily angered, he’s rich in love.
He doesn’t endlessly nag and scold,
nor hold grudges forever.
He doesn’t treat us as our sins deserve,
nor pay us back in full for our wrongs.
As high as heaven is over the earth,
so strong is his love to those who fear him.
And as far as sunrise is from sunset,
he has separated us from our sins.
As parents feel for their children,
God feels for those who fear him.
He knows us inside and out,
keeps in mind that we’re made of mud.
Men and women don’t live very long;
like wildflowers they spring up and blossom,
But a storm snuffs them out just as quickly,
leaving nothing to show they were here.
God’s love, though, is ever and always,
eternally present to all who fear him,
Making everything right for them and their children
as they follow his Covenant ways
and remember to do whatever he said.

19-22 God has set his throne in heaven;
he rules over us all. He’s the King!
So bless God, you angels,
ready and able to fly at his bidding,
quick to hear and do what he says.
Bless God, all you armies of angels,
alert to respond to whatever he wills.
Bless God, all creatures, wherever you are—
everything and everyone made by God.

And you, O my soul, bless God! (The Message)


Stepping Out!

Stepping Out

It’s been a couple of years now.
Time skips by too quickly.
We’ve been in our boats, waiting for Him.
Our arms are weary from paddling.
And then, we hear it, the still, small voice.
“Water, earth? What does it matter to me?
I formed it all together. Remember Peter?
We are partners, you and I.
Come on, it’s not really water, that’s just
what you call it. Step out of the boat.
Listen. Do you here them?
Those are the rocks praising my name.
They got tired of waiting.”

Dying To Self…

Dying To Self

We think we are willing and ready for the change God will bring in our lives as we totally surrender ourselves to Him. Our confidence grows as the first few layers of self are stripped away because these surface issues remove relatively easily.

But then we resist, as Jesus requires further stripping and removal. “Can He actually love me when all of me is revealed,” we think. Will I love me? In vain protest we call out to Him, “Lord, you are stripping away who I am!”

Gently, lovingly, Jesus replies, “Oh no. It is merely who you’ve become. Trust me. I will reveal who you are…a new creation.”

David Nelson

I Met Jesus

I met Jesus
And told Him, Yes
My burden of sins,
I did confess.

Time passed by
My “First Love” flame
Was harder to see.

MY carnal self
And worldly needs
Grow stronger daily
As the spirit recedes.

Let’s not offend
A voice intoned
As slowly I grew cold
And the Spirit moaned.

But it’s ok
It’s all good
The Jesus I formed
Told me I could.

His church became
A social club
Where nice folks meet
And share good grub.

God’s word is taught
Rather, modified
Our good friend Jesus,
I hear He died!

David Nelson

He Offered Life

He Offered Life

He bled to death

I shook my head

He rose again

I said, “maybe”

He offered life

My doubt arose

He forgave my sin

I said, “what sin?”

He said, “Believe”

I considered it

He touched my heart

I cried aloud

He gave me hope

I finally saw

He healed my heart

I finally believed

He guides me now

Into victory!

David Nelson

Where Are You?

Where Are You?

Where are you?,
My plaintive cry.
This heart is aching,
As eyes search the sky.

Your promises fell short,
Now belief has past.
All alone it seems,
No spiritual repast.

The struggle heightens,
No joy. No peace.
Through slippery fingers,
Shreds of hope decrease.

Despair looms larger,
Entangling the milieu.
And then the light,
As words came through.

“Oh God,” I spoke,
“Where are You?”

He listened quietly,
As I ranted and raved.
Then He gently reminded,
“Your soul I have saved!”

Beaten and drug,
Nailed to that tree.
Blood pouring down,
His body for me.

“Father forgive…”
His call rang out.
The demons did scramble,
Arming for the bout.

So now clearly I see,
As I thought of His love.
By my side He never strayed,
Watching all from above.

And then, I think I heard,
“Always believe, never doubt.”
“Until I return from Heaven,
“With a thunderous shout!”

Where is He?
He is ever near.
God’s word never fails,
He takes away our fear.

But I must hold fast,
Gripping His hand.
My feet on The Rock,
Not in sinking sand.

My joy is complete,
If I choose it to be.
For my resurrected Savior,
Promised it to me.

David Nelson