Psalm 130 reimagined for these times
A song of ascents.
1 Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;
2 Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive
to my cry for mercy.
3 If you, Lord, kept a record of sins,
Lord, who could stand?
4 But with you there is forgiveness,
so that we can, with reverence, serve you.
5 I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
6 I wait for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.
7 Israel, put your hope in the Lord,
for with the Lord is unfailing love
and with him is full redemption.
8 He himself will redeem Israel
from all their sins.
Trapped here, all I can do is send a message to twitter, Lord.
Maybe like politicians you don’t hear me.
Maybe like Donald Trump your ears are turned away.
I just need some peace and quiet, some release.
I guess you already know me, my search history.
You see me as I really am, I don’t like to be seen.
But you still say I can come. I am welcome.
So I will come, with surprise and joy, and I’ll try to believe better.
I want to be collected.
Soon, the timetable says, you will come soon.
Ok, I will wait for you.
I will wait longer than that lady waits for the happy tears to come.
I will wait longer than the child waits for the ice cream van music.
You people, you should join with me.
For this God stuff may turn out alright in the end.
It talks about freedom from the stuff of your past.
I hope this Lord will clear the search history.
The God who calls us
Is the God who loves us
Is the God who sees us
Is the God who deletes our history
Is the God who listens
Is the God who changes
Is the God who welcomes.
Is the God.
Come and collect us.
Make us people who can wait well.