Prayer from Psalm 129: Down and Out
Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010
LORD, I’ve had it tough since the day I was born. My earliest memories include painful people and faithless foes.
And right now, I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. The thoughtless words of selfish people have hit me like a ton of bricks.
I wish, LORD, that they’d blow out of this town with the next windstorm. I wish, LORD, that you’d treat them the way they treated me.
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LORD, we are filled with iniquity. We have failed.
With might you shaped the mountains. With creativity you decorated the hills and valleys. With care you watered the land. With generosity you brought forth abundant crops. With patience you answered our prayers.