I
Cry Aloud To God
I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, that he
may hear me. In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is
stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted. I think of
God, and I moan; I meditate, and my spirit faints.
You keep my eyelids from closing; I am so
troubled that I cannot speak. I consider the days of old, and remember the
years of long ago. I commune with my heart in the night; I meditate and search
my spirit: "Will the Lord spurn forever, and never again be favorable? Has
his steadfast love ceased forever? Are his promises at an end for all time? Has
God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?" And
I say, "It is my grief that the right hand of the Most High has changed."
I will call to mind the deeds of the
LORD; I will remember your wonders of old. I will meditate on all your work,
and muse on your mighty deeds. Your way, O God, is holy. What god is so great as our God? You are the God who works wonders; you
have displayed your might among the peoples. With your strong arm you redeemed
your people, the descendants of Jacob and Joseph.
Psalm 77:1-15
There may be times in life when we feel
forgotten and along. When you feel that way, remember all that God has done for
you in the past.
We are never
forgotten by God.
In every desert
of trial,
God has an oasis
of comfort.
Our
Daily Bread -