For though the Lord is high, he regards the lowly; but the haughty he perceives from far away.
Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you preserve me against the wrath of my enemies; you stretch out your hand, and your right hand delivers me.
The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your steadfast love, O Lord, endures forever. Do not forsake the work of your hands.
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What is haunting to me about the tone of this psalm is the individual voice which pleads hopefully in the midst of deep trouble. The nature of the trouble is often masked in general terms but nevertheless, there is the voice of this courageous, faithful soul. There are days when I am overwhelmed with the quiet eyes of people walking with heavy steps under the burdens that they carry for the sake of love or fear. The man who walks with brittle bones and isolated in the muffled distance of failing hearing. The woman who cares for him. The mother with an autistic teenager. The woman who stands at the door between an abusive lover and homelessness. The man who gentleness has been trampled and left in the hallway of a waiting room of more aggressive applicants. The child who carries water which will be used to prepare food which will make her sick which will keep her from school. There are quiet warriors among us carrying untold sorrow every day and yet still push through the fear and still believe in love.
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Do not forsake the work of your hands, Lord. I have seen your light in dark places. Your love prevails. Amen.