Psalm 6
December 13, 2021
To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments; according to The Sheminith. A Psalm of David.
O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger, nor discipline me in your wrath. Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled. My soul also is greatly troubled. But you, O Lord—how long? Turn, O Lord, deliver my life; save me for the sake of your steadfast love. For in death, there is no remembrance of you; in Sheol who will give you praise? I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping. My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes. Depart from me, all you workers of evil, for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping. The Lord has heard my plea; the Lord accepts my prayer. All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled; they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.
At a young age, in this mist life on planet earth, I grasp the words of David to the Lord. When I was in my forties and even early seventies this sentence might not have struck home, but today, I understand, King David is suffering from too many battles and the old joints are deteriorating.
Is your soul also greatly troubled, mine is and yes it seems few have any fear of God. It seems that no one in the leadership of our nations has knowledge of God, and most people are putting their trust in a liar who tells them they must look to science and has the audacity to say he is science. So, they put on a piece of paper or cloth on their face, take a shot that proved to not work, and are now willing to take booster after booster and even give it to their children, because a liar tells them these things work. And they put trust in paper, cloth, and an experimental shot, but will not look to Jesus, who is the only protection one needs.
From the Back Porch,
Bob Rice
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