Read my Psalm 140 Meditation: God Hears a Who?
Read Psalm 140 from the ESV
The traps I find along life’s path
Are spread for me by men of wrath.
They’re hidden under leaf of tree
Near fruited bush for all to see,
Near wicked men in deep disguise
Who hides the evil from my eyes.
For fruited bush my heart so longs,
So often writing my life's songs.
But hand to bush and fruit to tongue
Finds feet entrapped and mouth in dung.
The wicked men then drop their mask
And with a laugh they raise a cask
And drink so deep on mortal sin
That from the fruit now lies within.
Within my life the juices flow,
They numb my heart so I don’t know
The right from wrong on earth below.
When knowledge of the good departs
There is no guilt within my heart.
These wicked men beside the way
My eyes do glimpse before I say,
“You aren’t the men I thought I knew.”
“Oh, yes,” they say, “for we are you.
You are the man who lays the trap
For you to leave the righteous map—
The map that shows you how to live,
The map your Lord died to you give,
The map your open eyes once saw,
Showing the traps defined by law.
But days of past you threw it out
And happily with lusty shout
Declared that you no longer need
The hands on cross that crimson bleed,
The hands that transform sinful seed.
So now as fruit from bush you take,
A blackened heart you fin’lly make
To pump through veins a sinful juice,
And now your moral bounds are loose.”
My face I see reflected there
And know my evil eyes do stare
Back from the mask of wicked man,
The one who seeks to thwart God’s plan,
His plan that always seeks my good
And satisfies with holy food.
“Your holy food, Lord, let me find
And banish from me wicked rind,
The rind my evil self did eat
When from your path went far my feet.
Over my heart let justice roll,
Extract me from the darkest hole,
And by your blood redeem my soul.”
