Psalm 57 Poem by Justin Reamer

Take pity on me, God, take pity on me,
in You my soul takes shelter;
I take shelter in the shadow of Your wings
until the destroying storm is over.

I call on God the Most High,
on God who has done everything for me:
to send from heaven and save me,
to check the people harrying me,
may God send His faithfulness and love.

I lie surrounded by lions
greedy for human prey,
their teeth are spears and arrows,
ther tongue a sharp sword.

Rise high above the heavens, God,
let Your glory be over the earth!
They laid a net where I was walking
when I was bowed with care;
they dug a pitfall for me
but fell into it themselves!

My heart is ready, God,
my heart is ready;
I mean to sing and play for You,
awake, my muse,
awake, lyre and harp,
I mean to wake the Dawn!

Lord, I mean to thank You among the peoples,
to play music to You among the nations;
Your love is high as heaven,
Your faithfulness as the clouds.
Rise high above the heavens, God,
let Your glory be over the earth!