September 8
Eugene Peterson is a master with words and this week, I’ve been enjoying his modern interpretation of the Psalms. It’s an honest, fearless, worshipful message inspired by Scripture’s truth:
God, my God, I yelled for help
And you put me together.
God, you pulled me out of the grave,
Gave me another chance at life
When I was down and out.
…
You did it: you changed wild lament
Into whirling dance;
You ripped off my black mourning band
And decked me with wildflowers.
I’m about to burst with song;
I can’t keep quiet about you.
God, my God,
I can’t thank you enough.[i]
We worship a worthy God who crowns us with life—with wildflowers—that will never fade. Even when our afflictions are ugly.
[i] Eugene H. Peterson, The Message of the Psalms (Psalm 30)
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