I give you all the credit, God— you got me out of that mess . . .
. . . you put me together . . .
God, you pulled me out of the grave,
gave me another chance at life
when I was down-and-out.
You did it: you changed wild lament
into whirling dance;
You ripped off my black mourning band
and decked me with wildflowers.
I’m about to burst with song;
I can’t keep quiet about you.
God, my God,
I can’t thank you enough.
(excerpts from Psalm 30 TMV)
It is to His credit that I have come this far out of the mess, but it’s not over, yet. Sometimes, even though I don’t think I need a lot, I still feel that I ask too much of Him.
Amy, you always bring me to reality in what I need. What an appropriate Psalm and beautiful picture. Thank you:-)
Me, too, Cindy. You are so precious. Hope you’re having a beautiful spring!
Amy,
Congratulations on winning the Grand Prize! I am so happy for you. What an accomplishment. I would love to read your manuscript some time when it’s available to the public.
Thanks, Deb! I’m sure mom will be passing out copies once it publishes!
That is a beautiful poem and I can visualize it set to music!
Hi Hazel! I love it, too–but I didn’t write it. It’s just The Message version of that passage.