Worshiping through Psalm 42

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I woke up this morning with worship on my mind. So thankful that God is tolerant when I’m not nearly thankful enough. Have you ever had those days? When you realize that God was worthy of so much more than you gave Him. In Psalm 42, David has been forced out of his place of worship by the enemy, and although he’s heartbroken and thirsty for the house of God, he finds a way to worship Him in that place of sorrow and fear. How can I,  who is safe and sound in my own home, who has the privilege and freedom of going to the house of God whenever I so choose fail to worship and praise Him. But I do. So this morning as I worked my way through Psalm 42, I added my own words of praise (those in blue)  that I’m sharing with you this morning. I hope you find time today to do a little praising and worshiping of your own. He is so worthy!!!

42 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?

                Oh child are you thirsty this morning, does your heart within you pine

                To spend some time at the brook, with your Savior and Lord Divine.

                Do you long for that living water, do you thirst till all breath is gone

                Do you long to be in His presence, just you and He alone.  

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

                The tears from my eyes roll like rivers, but they satisfy not my thirsty soul

                The world continually asks, Where is thy God, and my sorrow takes its toll

                I remember the days in joyful praise with my friends at the church back home

                With joy I recall, and praise Him for all, He is my help, my hope, my own.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar. Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

                It does not matter where I go, my Lord will meet me there

                The deepest waters, or the highest waves, He keeps me in His care

                In daylight or in darkness, He commands His presence be known

                There’s a song in my heart, and I kneel in prayer, for my life is not my own.

I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God? 11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

                There are times when I feel forgotten. I’m certain the enemy has won

                And again I hear, Where is your God? And again I’m at Your throne.

                Why am I bowed down in sorrow and restless within this soul of mine?

                Even still I shall praise He Who’s worthy, for my life is wholly Thine.

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