Reading with the Pastor
Joshua 11, Revelation 15, and Psalm 103
Read Psalm 103
15 As for man, his days are like grass;
he flourishes like a flower of the field;
16 for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
and its place knows it no more.
A contribution to the Poetry Project
My Green and Grassy Days
My green and grassy days,
are covered now by the sands of an emptying hourglass.
Over their flourishing past,
A cold wind carries the grains away
As if they never were.
But underneath the sand,
underneath the mounting weight
of regret and loss,
disappointment and despair,
underneath the mound of sand, shapeless in its form,
underneath the sheets of howling wind,
there lies a song of hope.
It is still there.
Underneath the ravages
underneath the soon to be forgotten days
underneath the age in which I moved,
dwelling in a fading, failing vessel of clay,
inside the darkening dreams of youth
there is a melody that will not be lost.
The next verse.
The next line.
The next word gives hope.
“But the steadfast love of the LORD
is from everlasting to everlasting
on those who fear Him,
and His righteousness to children’s children,”
So, steadfastly-loving LORD,
hold my dust together for just a bit longer
that I might see the lovingkindness of the One who rescued me
to my children’s children.
Let me see that your mercy has not been wasted on me.
Go to Psalm 104