Saturday, September 25, 2021

The Confession of a Sufferer

This is me for so long. Placing my faith, hope, and love to the LORD is the thin thread that keeps me hanging. Mama Mary bring peace inside of me, to my family, to my community, to our country and to the whole world.

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I said, “I will be careful about what I do and will not let my tongue make me sin; 

I will not say anything while evil people are near.” 

I kept quiet, not saying a word, not even about anything good! 

But my suffering only grew worse, and I was overcome with anxiety. 

The more I thought, the more troubled I became; 

I could not keep from asking: 

“Lord, how long will I live? When will I die? Tell me how soon my life will end.” 

How short you have made my life! 

In your sight my lifetime seems nothing. 

Indeed every living being is no more than a puff of wind, no more than a shadow. 

All we do is for nothing; we gather wealth, but don't know who will get it. 

What, then, can I hope for, Lord? 

I put my hope in you. 

Save me from all my sins, and don't let fools make fun of me. 

I will keep quiet, I will not say a word, for you are the one who made me suffer like this. 

Don't punish me any more! 

I am about to die from your blows. 

You punish our sins by your rebukes, and like a moth you destroy what we love. 

Indeed we are no more than a puff of wind!

Hear my prayer, Lord, and listen to my cry; come to my aid when I weep. 

Like all my ancestors I am only your guest for a little while. 

Leave me alone so that I may have some happiness before I go away and am no more.

Psalm 39: 1 - 13 GNTD