Psalm 63:8 – Clinging to My Security

I cling to you;
   your strong right hand holds me securely.
Psalm 63:8

How many times have I breathed this prayer?
How many times have I clung to my Father’s strong hand?

More than I can recount,
because there are so many times when all I know to do is to cling to Him.

And the best part?
It is really He who holds me.

He does not say I must find the strength to hold onto Him.
Even though I will it,
I falter.

No, He holds me.

Securely.

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O God, you are my God;
    I earnestly search for you.
My soul thirsts for you;
    my whole body longs for you
in this parched and weary land
    where there is no water.

I have seen you in your sanctuary
and gazed upon your power and glory.

Your unfailing love is better than life itself;
how I praise you!

I will praise you as long as I live,
lifting up my hands to you in prayer.

You satisfy me more than the richest feast.
I will praise you with songs of joy.

 I lie awake thinking of you,
meditating on you through the night.

Because you are my helper,
I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings.

I cling to you;
your strong right hand holds me securely.
Psalm 63:1-8

Psalm 63:7 – My Helper

Because you are my helper,
   I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings.
Psalm 63:7

How can words possibly carry the deep joy in this?

The joy in knowing that the Almighty Creator is my helper,
my personal, present, and powerful Helper!

He comes to me and makes His home with me.
There is comfort and rest and protection in the strength of His Spirit
and my  Lord Jesus stands in my place, always interceding for me.

Joy, even when the journey is parched and weary?
When the storm blasts me?

Yes.

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O God, you are my God;
    I earnestly search for you.
My soul thirsts for you;
    my whole body longs for you
in this parched and weary land
    where there is no water.

I have seen you in your sanctuary
and gazed upon your power and glory.

Your unfailing love is better than life itself;
how I praise you!

I will praise you as long as I live,
lifting up my hands to you in prayer.

You satisfy me more than the richest feast.
I will praise you with songs of joy.

 I lie awake thinking of you,
meditating on you through the night.

Because you are my helper,
I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings.
Psalm 63:1-7

Psalm 63:6 – In the Night

I lie awake thinking of you,
   meditating on you through the night.
Psalm 63:6

In the dark of night, all those thoughts that I want to keep at bay prowl around me,
creeping close for the attack.

My only defense is prayer,
thinking of my God.
Wrapping myself in the love that holds me securely,
knowing
He is in control,
He holds my life in His hands.

It is just He and I, there in the quiet darkness.

I learn to know Him better,
and
I hope I’m growing up to be like Him.

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O God, you are my God;
    I earnestly search for you.
My soul thirsts for you;
    my whole body longs for you
in this parched and weary land
    where there is no water.

I have seen you in your sanctuary
and gazed upon your power and glory.

Your unfailing love is better than life itself;
how I praise you!

I will praise you as long as I live,
lifting up my hands to you in prayer.

You satisfy me more than the richest feast.
I will praise you with songs of joy.

 I lie awake thinking of you,
meditating on you through the night.
Psalm 63:1-6

Psalm 63:5 – Feasting and Joy

You satisfy me more than the richest feast.
   I will praise you with songs of joy.
Psalm 63:5

I’ve tasted earthly feasts, Lord, but it is You I want.

Things here that tease my desires, lure my affections, or command my will can never satisfy.

In this parched and weary land, there really is no water.

Only your living Water,
only the miraculous Manna sent from heaven
satisfies.

My heart and soul know this, and yet sometimes I wander
and seek out and sit down to the false feasts.

The bread and water you have for me, Lord—that is what my hunger and thirst truly desire.

Bind my wandering heart to Thee.

And let my days lived out be a race run with joy,
a song of praise to my Creator.

 

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O God, you are my God;
    I earnestly search for you.
My soul thirsts for you;
    my whole body longs for you
in this parched and weary land
    where there is no water.

I have seen you in your sanctuary
and gazed upon your power and glory.

Your unfailing love is better than life itself;
how I praise you!

I will praise you as long as I live,
lifting up my hands to you in prayer.

You satisfy me more than the richest feast.
I will praise you with songs of joy.
Psalm 63:1-5

Psalm 63:4 – Lifting My Hands

I will praise you as long as I live,
   lifting up my hands to you in prayer.
Psalm 63:4

Raised hands, a signal of prayer.

How did that gesture begin?

Hands empty, longing to be filled?
Hands offering up, releasing whatever they had been holding tightly?
Hand opens, waiting?

My hands reach out, stretching toward His touch.

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O God, you are my God;
    I earnestly search for you.
My soul thirsts for you;
    my whole body longs for you
in this parched and weary land
    where there is no water.

I have seen you in your sanctuary
and gazed upon your power and glory.

Your unfailing love is better than life itself;
how I praise you!

I will praise you as long as I live,
lifting up my hands to you in prayer.
Psalm 63:1-4