(A song David sang to Yahweh when he was dealing with Cush the Benjamite.)
Here, I am, knocking at your door,
Yahweh my God.
Let me in!
I need a safe place.
I need rescuing.
If you don’t open the door,
My pursuers will catch me,
Pull the trigger and smoke me.
They’ll rip me to shreds so small
No one will be able piece them together.
I know it’s my fault.
Yahweh my God, I’m not hiding
My dirty hands.
But I haven’t betrayed
My faithful friends, have I?
I haven’t even cheated
My opponents, have I?
If I had, I’d deserve to be
Chased down,
Beaten down,
And left for dead.
So, get busy, Yahweh!
Get up and get mad!
Get going and get them.
Match their anger with yours,
And then some.
Get out of bed and get to work,
Your Judge work.
Fill your court with people
And sit on your throne of justice.
Loft your gavel, Yahweh.
Consider the case of each person,
O Judge.
Declare me Not Guilty
Once you’ve weighed the facts.
They have no case against me, Yahweh.
My integrity is rock solid.
May your verdict end their violence
And bring security to those who do what’s right.
You’re the God who brings justice,
Because only you get the evidence first hand,
Directly from our hearts and minds
Which you read like a book.
God the Greatest has my back.
He saves those whose hearts
Mirror the goodness and justice in his own.
As the Judge, God is good and just,
Handing out the hard necessities of judgment
Every day.
If he didn’t restrain himself,
God would go to war against us.
His sword is sharp.
His gun is loaded.
His weapons are ready and waiting.
When people get pregnant
With evil,
Their sin-children are conceived
From a desire to make mischief
And birthed through deception.
They’re like the man who dug a hole
To trap his neighbor
Only to fall in it himself.
Their trouble boomerangs on themselves.
The violence they toss in the air
Lands on their own heads.
I’m so thankful Yahweh is just and good.
I feel a song coming on
To honor the name Yahweh.
No one is greater than he.
[Boomerang image from Woodenboomerangs.com]