Hear my prayer, O Lord: for I am thy servant

By Ken Pullen

Scripture in this poem is in Italics and is from the King James Version Bible and/ or the Complete Jewish Bible. Poem inspired by the Spirit of God – Psalm 143

Copyright 2014

O Lord, I fall, I fail, I struggle when dwelling in the places of this earth

for

if

attempting to live placing I first

steps on the path to destruction

my feet surely find

To hear this worlds ways are nothing but dearth

of life

ways of this earth

lead to death

no

eternal life

with Thee

To seek Thee, to obey Thee, to thirst after Thy Living Waters

are life

shalom

hope

in trust

deep beyond measure

trust

in Thee

Hear my prayer, O Lord, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness:

for I am thy servant.

And enter not into judgment with thy servant:

for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.

Only through Thy grace

turning to, seeking Thy face

in this desolate of spirit, of truth

place

Only through Thy Word

Thou art the Word

Only through Thee

by Thy grace

Thy mercy

our trust placed on Thee

living by the complete Word

obeying God

rather than men

only through Thy shed blood

Thy resurrection

justified

justified

justified

For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground;

he hath made me to dwell in darkness,

as those that have been long dead.

Therefore

is my spirit overwhelmed

within me;

my heart

within me

is desolate.

I remember my awe of creation

wrought by Thy will, Thy words

“Let there be…”

Thou art in all I see, behold

As foolish men make themselves

more foolish still in their bold

musings

in error

I turn to Thee

Thy Word I read and meditate upon

to truly see

brought from darkness

vanity

into the light

even at times deep into the night

I remember the days of old;

I meditate on thy works;

I muse on the work of thy hands.

I stretch forth my hands unto thee:

my soul thirsteth after thee,

as a thirsty land. Selah.

Hear me speedily, O Lord:

my spirit faileth:

hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them

that go down into the pit.

In wearing, warring

Days

frayed, torn, tossed

if I permit this world to enter into

the place where Thou ought to be

make mine eyes

my heart

my spirit

my soul

to see

Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness

in the morning;

for in thee do I trust:

cause me to know the way

wherein I should walk;

for I lift up my soul unto thee.

Deliver me, O Lord,

from mine enemies:

I flee

unto thee

to hide me.

Teach me to do thy will;

Not my will be done

rather Thy will be done

always

in all ways

all things

the remainder of my days

in this sinful flesh

among this woeful lost world

at every turn

every place

in almost every lost

dead face

enemies of the Truth

enemies of Thy Living Truth

twisting

perverting

corrupting

Thy Truth

Thy Word

with the corrupted philosophies of man

enemies without

enemies within

apostasy at every turn

the masses refuse to learn

their constant disbelief

apostasy

self-will

self-elevation

self-worship

earth worship

idol worship

their constant refrain

O Lord, one day coming soon

they will know the meaning

of true pain

of Truth

Thy Truth

for which now they have nothing

but disdain!

Teach me to do thy will;

for thou art my God:

thy Spirit is good;

lead me into the land of uprightness.

Quicken me,

O Lord,

for thy name’s sake:

for thy righteousness’ sake

bring my soul out of trouble.

and of thy mercy

cut off mine enemies,

And destroy

all of them that afflict my soul:

for I am thy servant.