Let the Redeemed Say So

Scripture reading for today was found in Psalm 107: 1-32.

Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good,

for his steadfast love endures forever!

Let the redeemed of the Lord say so,

whom he has redeemed from trouble.

                                                   Psalm 107:1-2

Throughout the Psalm, those who have been redeemed record their testimony and have reason to give Him thanks.  Each express their state of distress, desperately crying out to the Lord for help.  And each testimony concludes in divine deliverance.

Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love,

for his wondrous works to the children of man!

                                                           Psalm 107: 8, 15, 21

After reading and even relating to the testimonies given,  I was then instructed to write out my own personal testimony of God’s saving grace.  Here are the questions that provoked some reflection and praise for how God has redeemed me.

  • What was your life like before He redeemed you?
  • How did God bring you to the end of yourself, to the place where you cried out to Him for mercy?
  • What has changed in your life since He delivered you from your slavery to sin?

Then,  I was reminded of a poem I wrote in 2012.  I thought I would share it with you and encourage you to get your creative juices flowing, write your testimony, and give thanks to God.

Once stood a mirror in prairie’s country

where tumbleweed followed winds bridle path

and thick grass gave way to a rabbit’s burrow.

Rolling hills held morning’s shadow;

an attic’s golden dust.

While hawks hunted, and the mouse hid in wind’s slumber.

The mirror stood dull, no echo of sun’s glow

Her dirt  covered glass stained gray’s grim

And stood wondering time past since morning’s yield.

Her glass once glistened dawn’s early mist,

but now gathered dust  in drought’s  unforgiving spell.

Then a drop fell from heaven’s Creator

opened the sky’s midnight wonder,

awakening the thirst ground,

lifting petals to praise, and creatures  to sanctuary .

As the cloud burst forth natures longing

in prairie’s country.

Her glass now without blemish, swinging in night’s flutter.

Her still reflection once grim and insentient

Now redeemed by the rays, being promptly swept spotless.

Dust and ashes once covered her bleak pose

As the rain ceased and the thunder abandon lightening

she stood afloat disclosing the King’s splendor.

 

 

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