May 28-29, 2018
Worship: Waiting Here for You 
Lord when the world has fallen quiet
You stand beside me
Give me a song in the night
And Jesus I need You
Every moment I need You
Hear now this grace bought heart sing out
Your praise forever
Beauty for ashes
You find the weak and contrite heart
Shoulder its burdens
And carry it into the light
Jesus, I need You
Every moment I need You
Hear now this grace bought heart sing out
Your praise forever
Remember love
Remember mercy
Christ before me
Christ behind me
Your loving kindness
Has never failed me
Christ before me
Christ behind me
Songwriters: Brooke Ligertwood / Jarrad Leith Rogers / Reuben Morgan / Scott Ross Ligertwood
Jesus I Need You lyrics © Capitol Christian Music Group, BMG Rights Management US, LLC
Lyrics (abridged) : https://www.google.com/search?q=lyrics+JesusI+need+you&oq=lyrics+JesusI+need+you&aqs=chrome..69i57j0l5.10842j1j8&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
Witness:
The words of the song above wafted out into the hallway as I passed by my bedroom. They were like balm to my aching soul. It’s Memorial Day when we remember those who sacrificed their lives for our freedom and the freedom of others in wars fought against evil men and evil regimes. It is also a time when families gather together and enjoy a cookout and fellowship. An occasion to take a break from the hustle and bustle of life and enjoy some family time. I looked forward to some of that today. I had shopped with my daughter for the Memorial Day fixin’s last night. But sleep was elusive this morning. I laid in bed an hour later than I had planned. I got up at noon and went out and mowed the lawn. I sat down and finished my previous journal entry. By that time, I was worn out and laid down again to rest for a little while. Meanwhile my daughter came over to get the grill to cook the meal. She told me to rest and she would let me know when it was ready. After a little while I got up and got ready to go over and join my daughter and grandkids. Just then my daughter walked in with a plate of food. She said that the kids already had eaten their food and she had not even gotten her meal yet. I was very disappointed. Later, I asked if I could take her and the kids out for some ice cream. My grandkids arrived raring to go, but no daughter. She stayed home with her boyfriend. Again, I was disappointed. Later, when we had returned from Braums after enjoying some double dip waffle ice cream cones, I sat down and read some posts on my FaceBook page. One sent a flood of memories through my mind. It was a video from a former classmate of mine. He was driving through the property where my Alma Mater, Northeastern Bible College, use to be. It is now a park. Sadness filled my heart and tears came to my eyes. Those were good times. But it also brought back painfilled memories. Memories that were wonderful at the time, times with my girlfriend who became my wife. The one I shared over 40 years of my life with. One of those memories was Memorial Days with the family. Today I spent it mostly alone. It hurts. God sent a healing balm to soothe my pain and comfort me in my sorrow. When I sat down, a song sung by Mac Powell began to play and the lyrics washed over my soul. They weren’t Theologically precise, nevertheless, I was ministered to by them.
Blessed are you, as you weep on your knees
With perfume and tears washing over My feet
Blessed are you, beggar, hopeless and blind
Calling for mercy when I'm passing by
Blessed are you, shaking your head
At two tiny fish and some bread
Blessed are you as you tremble and wait
For the first stone thrown at your sinful disgrace
Tell me your story, show me your wounds
And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you
Hand me the pieces, broken and bruised
And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you
Blessed are you, walking on waves
To find yourself sinking when you look away
Blessed are you, leper, standing alone,
The fear on their faces is all that you've known
Blessed are you, lonely widow
Who gave your last shiny coin to Yahweh
Blessed are you with your silver and lies,
Kissing the One who's saving your life
Tell me your story, show me your wounds
And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you
Hand me the pieces, broken and bruised
And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you
I see what I made in your mother's womb
I see the day I fell in love with you.
I see your tomorrows, nothing left to chance
I see My Father's fingerprints
I see your story, I see My name
Written on every beautiful page
You see the struggle, you see the shame
I see the reason I came
I came for your story, I came for your wounds
To show you what Love sees when I see you
When I see you
When I see you
Written by: Nichole Nordeman, Bernie Herms
Sung by Mac Powell on the Album – The Story
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7 Hear my voice when I call, O Lord; 
          be merciful to me and answer me.  
8 My heart says of you, "Seek his face!" 
          Your face, Lord, I will seek.  
do not turn your servant away in                                     anger; you have been my helper. 
     Do not reject me or forsake me, 
          O God my Savior.  
10 Though my father and mother forsake me, 
          the Lord will receive me.  
NIV | 
Ps 27:7-10 
7 Hear me as I pray, O Lord. 
          Be merciful and answer me! 
8 My heart has heard you say, "Come and talk with me." 
And my heart responds, "Lord, I am           coming." 
9 Do not turn your back on me. 
          Do not reject your servant in anger. 
          You have always been my helper. 
     Don't leave me now; don't abandon me, 
          O God of my salvation! 
10 Even if my father and mother abandon me, 
          the Lord will hold me close. 
Holy Bible, New Living Translation ®, copyright © 1996, 2004 by Tyndale Charitable Trust. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers. All rights reserved. | 
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Ps 27:7-10 
7 Hear, O Lord, when I cry with my voice: have mercy also upon me and answer me. 
8 When thou saidst, Seek ye my face; my heart said unto thee, Thy face, Lord, will I seek. 
9 Hide not thy face far from me; put not thy servant away in anger: thou hast been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation. 
10 When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up. 
KJV | 
Ps 27:7-10 
7 Hear, O Lord, when I cry aloud; 
          be gracious to me and answer me! 
8 You have said, "Seek my face." 
     My heart says to you, 
          "Your face, Lord, do I seek."  
          9 Hide not your face from me. 
     Turn not your servant away in anger, 
          O you who have been my help. 
     Cast me not off; forsake me not, 
          O God of my salvation! 
10 For my father and my mother have forsaken me, 
          but the Lord will take me in. 
ESV | 
It’s time to wrap up this section of the study. I leave it with a quote by Barnes on verse 10. I do so because yesterday I wrote a prayer/poem that was my version of a prayer based on these verses. Without realizing it, my last two lines actually may capture very closely what David was trying to convey if Barnes is correct in what he has to say. 
Psalms 27:10 [When my father and my mother forsake me] If they should do it. The psalmist supposes it possible that this might occur. It does occur, though very rarely; but the psalmist means to say that the love of God is stronger and more certain than even that of a father or mother, since he will NEVER forsake his people. Though every other tie that binds heart to heart should dissolve, this will remain; though a case might occur in which we could not be sure of the love that naturally springs out of the most tender earthly relationships, yet we can always confide in His love. See the notes at Isa 49:15. [Then the LORD will take me up] Margin, "will gather me." The margin expresses the usual meaning of the word. It is sometimes used as referring to the hospitable reception of strangers or wanderers into one's house: Judg 19:15,18; Josh 20:4. The meaning here is, that if he should be forsaken by his nearest earthly friends, and be an outcast and a wanderer, so that no one on earth would take him in, the Lord would then receive him.
(from Barnes' Notes, Electronic Database Copyright © 1997, 2003, 2005, 2006 by Biblesoft, Inc. All rights reserved.)
Lord, please listen when I call
When before Your face I fall
Don’t turn away from me
But in mercy answer my plea
Do not delay, do not languor
Do not turn me away in anger
You have come to my aide
In the past when I’ve prayed
Hear me, for inside I hurt
And my soul, do not desert
When I knock, others may ignore
But You Lord will open Your door!
                                                   - Amen
