The Psalm of Grace

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

And why are you so far away from my distress?

Enemies surround me and call me wicked;

They loudly say to one another, “There goes an evil man.”

They proclaim to all who pass by:

He is a sinner in the eyes of God.

O Lord, I hear them and their words wound my soul;

My heart overflows with the assurances of your disgust.

All my life I have served you and given you praise;

Your commandments were ever before me.

I have listened to your still, quiet voice;

In ways of compassion and kindness has it guided me.

But voices rise up to take your words from my ears;

The cawing of my enemies strive to drown you out.

I am washed away from your presence by the fear of others;

Their hatred buries me alive and hides the light of day.

But there is no place where I am separated from you;

No ocean or river can take me out of your realm.

Even in the darkness of the grave I am not lost;

Your sight goes from the highest heaven to the depths of Sheol.

I hear you still, calling me to service and compassion;

You assure me of your continued presence.

Your words fill my heart and I am renewed;

I am revived by the knowledge of your love.

I will praise your name, Almighty God, and celebrate your creation;

For you have not forsaken me, nor are you far away.

My heart is glad for the love you have shown me;

A love which those who fear and hate cannot comprehend.

You have made me whole, and shaped me in your image;

I am wondrously formed and there is no one who can take you from me.

Day and night will I hold you in my heart, my spirit shall sing;

From sunset to sunset will I proclaim your love.