Read Psalm 42 today.
How does the psalmist feel?
What does the psalmist do with these feelings?
Notice the psalmist’s cries to the Lord.
As you reflect on this, pray in these ways and any other way the Holy Spirit leads.
With a deep longing for God.
With a deep desire to worship with God’s people.
For those who are suffering with depression and other debilitating mental illnesses.
For those who feel oppressed.
For comfort for parents who have cried out to the Lord for their children, and have yet to see change.
A Cry for Revival
For the Pure and Shining One
A contemplative poem for instruction by the prophetic singers of Korah’s clan
1 I long to drink of you, O God,
to drink deeply from the streams of pleasure
flowing from your presence.
My longings overwhelm me for more of you!
2 My soul thirsts, pants, and longs for the living God.
I want to come and see the face of God.
3 Day and night my tears keep falling
and my heart keeps crying for your help,
while my enemies mock me over and over, saying,
“Where is this God of yours? Why doesn’t he help you?”
4 So I speak over my heartbroken soul,
“Take courage. Remember when you used to be
right out front leading the procession of praise
when the great crowd of worshipers
gathered to go into the presence of the Lord?
You shouted with joy as the sound of passionate celebration
filled the air and the joyous multitude of lovers
honored the feast of the Lord!”
5 So then, my soul, why would you be depressed?
Why would you sink into despair?
Just keep hoping and waiting on God, your Savior.
For no matter what, I will still sing with praise,
for you are my saving grace!
6 Here I am depressed and downcast.
Yet I will still remember you as I ponder the place
where your glory streams down from the mighty mountaintops, lofty and majestic--the mountains of your awesome presence.
7 My deep need calls out to the deep kindness of your love.
Your waterfall of weeping sent waves of sorrow
over my soul, carrying me away,
cascading over me like a thundering cataract.
8 All through the day Yahweh has commanded his endless love to pour over me.
Through the night I sing his songs
and my praises to the living God.
9 I will say to God, “You are my mountain of strength;
how could you forget me?
Why must I suffer this vile oppression of my enemies--
these heartless tormentors who are out to kill me?”
10Their wounding words pierce my heart
over and over while they say,
“Where is this God of yours?”
11So I say to my soul,
“Don’t be discouraged. Don’t be disturbed.
For I know my God will break through for me.”
Then I’ll have plenty of reasons to praise him all over again.
Yes, he is my saving grace!