David and the other Psalmists wrote and sang their prayers to God. They wrote of the joyful moments giving thanks to our Maker. They wrote of the times that were hard, pleading for mercy from God. They wrote prayers that God would smite or even wipe out and kill their enemies.
We, as a team, wrote Psalms of our time thus far in Swaziland. I think mine captures my emotions, my joys and my struggles here. Enjoy.
You awaken me with the light of day.
I cover my head.
I ponder sleep of the night before,
I sometimes question,
"Did I even sleep?"
I awaken.
I arise.
The day begins, yet I long to stay sleeping.
Their arms reach for me
Their smiles capture my heart.
I am rejuvenated.
I see their pain and know
my restless nights don't compare.
I see their souls; their lost souls
and know I was called to be here;
For this moment
In their life,
In my life.
I rest.
Mid-day you restore my strength.
I praise you.
You have made me for this.
Dark. Worn. Aging.
Beautiful.
Their faith abounds in your Name.
Beaming smiles in joy of company.
Stories of life
Hard life
Blessed life
Given life.
We praise you for what they have,
outside their mud shack.
We pray for protection.
We pray for healing.
We pray for peace.
We return.
Acknowledging that your Name is glorified.
Recapping the day
We give thanks.
We are restored.
We rest in you.
We rest in your delight.
We rest in slumber.
