Friday, November 27, 2009

Works of my Hands

Psalm 90 sums up my past couple of days.

The Lord has been my dwelling place all my life-
I cannot deny it.
And He has been a dwelling place long before my life.

Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever before He had formed the earth,
From everlasting to everlasting, He is God.

Man returns to lifeless dust.
And 1000 years is but little time to God.

We are brought to an end by His anger.
By His wrath we are dismayed.

My secret sins are set before Him, fully exposed in the light of His presence.

We bring our years to an end like a sigh.

Our years are numbered at 70, or 80 if we are so blessed,
Yet their span is but toil and trouble.

They are soon gone, and we fly away.

Does anyone consider the power of His anger, or fear Him at all?

God, TEACH us to number our days, thus granting us hearts of wisdom.

Oh God, Return.
How long?
How long until You return?

Have pity on Your servants;

Satisfy us every morning with Your permanent love,
That we may at last rejoice and be thankful for all our days.

Make us glad for as many days as You have afflicted us,
And make us glad for as many years as we have seen evil.

Oh God, let Your work be shown to Your servants,
Let our children see Your glorious power!

Allow Your favor, Your beauty Oh Lord, to be upon us,
And establish the work of our hands.

Yes! Establish the work of our hands!

Lord, You know it to be true, that I cannot live without knowing Your love every morning.
Just the same, I cannot live unless You anoint the work of my hands.
And if You will not anoint my doings here, 

then what are You waiting for?... 
Take me now and let me walk with You in glory.
Yet You have spared my physical life too many times for me to rightly conclude that You have no use for me here on earth.

Oh God, let Your favor and beauty be upon me, and establish the work of my hands.


For Your glory. I have no purpose here if I am not to be an avenue for Your works!

You are my reason for existence, now be the reason for my living.

Anoint those who love You, I beg of You.

I love You so much.