How Long?

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My tears have carved out deep ravines,
My eyes have washed away;
I cannot see who’s taunting me,
But I can feel their rage.

My soul is grieved by enemies,
Who spit and strike my face;
How long, O LORD, must I endure,
Before they make my grave?

My tears and sorrows have spilled out,
There’s nothing left to cry;
How long, O LORD, will You forget,
And leave me here to die?

In death I’ll trust Your promises,
To raise me to new life;
How short, O LORD, shall darkness seem,
In Your Eternal Light?

For there I will not see the tears,
That left this heart of mine;
But LORD, how long, will tears still flow,
Forever in Your mind?

Behind the lines

How long, O LORD? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?

How long must I take counsel in my soul and have sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

Consider and answer me, O LORD my God; light up my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death, lest my enemy say, “I have prevailed over him,” lest my foes rejoice because I am shaken.

But I have trusted in your steadfast love; my heart shall rejoice in your salvation. I will sing to the LORD, because he has dealt bountifully with me. (Psalm 13 ESV)

Job’s Song

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I am reduced to dry tears,
Everything of worth is gone,
Should I curse Almighty God,
And dread the day of my birth?

For God is not like a man,
How can I contend with Him?
And what of these friends I have,
Am I already condemned?

Is there not an Arbiter,
Who knows my sorrow and pain,
A Savior who goes between,
The Holy One and my woes?

For God is not like a man,
How can I contend with Him?
And what of this Friend I have,
Whose grace I can’t comprehend?

Creative God of Wonders,
Commander of the Morning,
The Redeemer of lost men,
You are Perfect in Power.

Behind the lines

Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and he who testifies for me is on high.

My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God, that he would argue the case of a man with God, as a son of man does with his neighbor.

For when a few years have come I shall go the way from which I shall not return. (Job 16:19-22 ESV)

For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last he will stand upon the earth. 

And after my skin has been thus destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God, whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another.

My heart faints within me!  (Job 19:25-27 ESV)

Tears

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But few words can be uttered,
I hear giant rolls of thunder,
Instead of my tears.

Rising to the window now,
I see the lights glow from town,
As the rain starts pouring down,
In sympathy tears.

Each streak of lightning reveals,
Scary trees and thunder peals,
I know how the windows feel,
Exposed in their fears.

With faces covered in rain,
I empathize with their pain,
And attempt to pray again,
But it spills out tears.

One knee beside the other,
But few words can be uttered,
I hear giant rolls of thunder,
Instead of my tears.

Behind the lines

Sometimes we need to grieve, or weep with those who weep (Romans 12:15). However, we do not grieve as if there is no hope. Our hope is in the Lord Jesus Christ (1 Thessalonians 4:13-18).

Sad Song of Lament

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Tears have been my portion,
Feeding me night and day,
They keep saying, “Where is your God?”
Then their words melt away.

Sighs have kept me breathing,
Filling my lungs with fear,
As they whisper, “Where is your God?”
Yes, why is He not here?

Soul, where is your Hope found?
Oh, why are you cast down?
Why do you wrestle with worry?
Soul, is He not worthy?

Tears taunt me, “Hope is drowned”,
Crushed under their great waves,
God, why have you forgotten me?
Will You not come to save?

Sighs tell me, “keep mourning,”
As I struggle to breathe,
God, why have you forgotten me?
When will all my fears leave?

Soul, where is your Hope found?
Oh, why are you cast down?
Why do you wrestle with worry?
Soul, is He not worthy?

Lord, send Your light of truth,
Lift praises up from me,
Come shout news of exceeding joy,
My only Hope is Thee.

Behind the lines

Based on Psalms 42 & 43, this song reminds us the Christian life is not always happy and joyful with a Sunday best smile. We will have times where we feel distant from God. There will be days of tears, sadness, depression, and grief.

Even when overwhelmed by our circumstances, even when we feel a great distance from God, He is still there. Remember what Christ has done, remember the gospel. Remember Romans 8:28. Remember these Psalms for He is our only Hope. He is our Salvation!

An interesting note:  These two Psalms are actually two halves of a single Psalm and many early manuscripts put them together.  This is evident in the common refrain that unites them (42:5, 11, & 43:5):

Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God. (ESV)

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