THE PRISON I’M LIVING
IN
(Based on Ps. 25:15, Ps. 140:5, Ps. 141:9, Ps. 142:3, Prov. 3:26)
I cry to the Lord for
mercy.
When troubles come, I complain.
Though my faith is tested and my spirit
grows faint,
God is there, aware of my pain.
On the path I
daily walk,
A snare is set for
me.
Satan is not concerned for my life.
He will never just let me be.
It is You, Lord, who knows my
way,
When my days are full
of strife.
The times I am in bondage,
I seek You to restore my life.
You rescue me from my
enemy,
Whether man, grief, sickness
or sin.
You rescue me and set
me free,
From the prison I’m
living in.
Becky Wall
Note that the prison door is open. All the person has to do is walk through it, though that's often easier said than done. For some, like those with a crippling disease, that door may not open until the end of life here on earth.
Psalm 142:1-
I cry aloud to the Lord;
I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.
2 I pour out before him my complaint;
before him I tell my trouble.
3 When my spirit grows faint within me,
it is you who watch over my way.
In the path where I walk
people have hidden a snare for me.
4 Look and see, there is no one at my right hand;
no one is concerned for me.
I have no refuge;
no one cares for my life.
5 I cry to you, Lord;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
6 Listen to my cry,
for I am in desperate need;
rescue me from those who pursue me,
for they are too strong for me.
7 Set me free from my prison,
that I may praise your name.
Then the righteous will gather about me
because of your goodness to me.
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