Which Road Do I Travel

I wait,

I just wait,

wait, and wait! 

God,

sometimes it feels like that is my life’s mission. 

Sorry about that!  

I am so impatient, obviously. 

And I know we are not to compare ourselves

with one another

but I was looking at King David’s life

this morning to see Your Constant Rescue.

So often I can relate to David’s

outrageous love

for you, and then his

anger and frustration

of the whole ‘waiting’ upon Your Work

over his life that needs a break though

or Your Pardon for the mess he has got himself in. 

And then I see

Your Mighty Love

come Sweeping in…! 

What a Remarkable Prize of

Ultimate and Extreme Safety

You have Given in the Gift of Your Son. 

Allowing us to explore and seek

Your Kingdom

with Arms so Wide to carry all my

impatience and stumbling

to find Your Will. 

I am so strong willed and yet my cry is for

Your Will, not mine,

to be accomplished. 

Often this mix does not

make logical sense

for I get confused between

mine

and Yours,

is whose? 

Your Life within me so dominate,

so wondrously Guiding,

yet the tearing too often of two roads to travel. 

Which road do I travel? 

So like David, I too look to You,

heaven-dwelling God, look up to You for help. 

Like a servant,

alert to my Master’s Commands. 

I am watching and waiting and even

holding my breath (if I don’t hear from You, I die)

awaiting Your Word of Mercy. 

I am trusting in You like a

Zion Mountain (singing praise). 

God, You encircle Your people. 

You encircle me… always have and always will…! 

My enemy is Your enemy

and so I stand against this confusion

with my hopes stayed on Your Faithfulness

and my life Stained by the Blood of Jesus Christ,

Your Son Risen

to be King and Lord of heaven and earth. 

His Righteousness Sets up a

Banner of Love

over me and I am Saved by His Work in progress on me. 

I wait, and yet when I didn’t wait long enough,

You are my Rescuing Savior

and I cry out for Mercy. 

Mercy, God, Mercy!

Psalm 123:1-4 (The Message)

I look to you, heaven-dwelling God, look up to you for help.
   Like servants, alert to their master's commands,
      like a maiden attending her lady,
   We're watching and waiting, holding our breath,
      awaiting your word of mercy.
   Mercy, God, mercy!
      We've been kicked around long enough,

Psalm 125:1-5 (The Message)

Those who trust in God
      are like Zion Mountain:
   Nothing can move it, a rock-solid mountain
      you can always depend on.
   Mountains encircle Jerusalem,
      and God encircles his people—
      always has and always will.