Lifting My Soul

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Lifting My Soul

(My Psalm 25)

I lift up my soul expectantly.

I trust triumphantly.
None that wait on God are ashamed.

Teach me your ways.

Guide through life’s maze.
Lead me, Lord of my salvation.

I wait faithfully

Every day unfailingly
for your return, my Redeemer.

Your mercies are timeless.
I recall each kindness
loving Father of compassion.

He guides with judgment

those who keep his covenant.
Good and upright is the Lord.

Pardon mine iniquity.

Forget each sin done secretly,
seen openly by the Omniscient. 

My soul shall dwell at ease

for even when on my knees
My eyes are ever toward the Lord.

The Lord is with them that fear him,

with those who in awe revere him.
He is the truest, steadfast Friend.

He will pluck my feet out of the net

rescue me from every threat
for he alone is my Deliverer.

When my aching soul is battered,

my suffering spirit shattered,
look upon me, most Merciful.

Bring me out of my distresses.

my self-inflicted messes;
forgive all my sins, sweet Savior.

For I wait on you my King,
Adonai, my everything.
Jesus, my Messiah.
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A prayer for forgiveness and deliverance. Lifting my soul, my everything, to Almighty God. Enough said this time around. Because, thankfully, He knows even the words of the heart that our limited vocabulary can't express. Thank You, Lord, for knowing...Amen.

This Trail I Tread

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This Trail I Tread

This trail I tread is strenuous.

The hardships seem continuous.

One slip of the foot and I fall. 

For a firmer hand grip, I claw;

as the path steepens with each step.

So fatigued, at times I've wept.

Still I continue the arduous climb,

though covered with grit and grime.

Despite the dirt and the sweat,

I'm not ready to give up yet.

You ask why I won't simply stop.

Have you never seen the view from the top?

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This time of year always makes me long to be hiking again and to me there is no better place to hike than the mountains. I love them. It is as if they are a part of me. Whenever I visit the mountains, I feel like I am . . . home. Strange, since I have never lived in the mountains - only the hills. 

Still, this poem isn't solely about a rugged hike, it is about the struggles of daily life. I have chosen the path I am own right now and it is not an easy one. I am tired much more often than I am energetic. I am struggling with unanswered prayer requests, but I know everything works to the good of those who trust in the Lord. So, I trust God with the impossible while I do what is possible for me. 

Imagine this, one day not looking down from the mountain top, but from the highest clouds in heaven! What a day that will be. (Smile)

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My Lord in heaven, thank You for being my strength when I am weak, my Peace when my world is chaotic, my Hope when life seems bleak. I love you more than life and trust you with my everything. In Jesus name I pray. ~ Amen