Tune: Wareham
('Jesus, where'er thy people meet')
Psalm 70
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Make haste, O God, to help me here
Save me, soon unto me appear
Let them be ashamed, confounded
Who grievous words to me have said
Let them be put to confusion
They who desire my hurt, each one
Turn back those who scorn me and frustrate
Their plans, come help me, be not late
Let all those that seek you rejoice
O God, and be glad with one voice
Let such as love your salvation
Give praise to you from each nation
Let them continually say
Let God be magnified each day
But I am poor and needy, see
Come, O God, and help me quickly
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Author:
orchidee (
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I have always wondered why a God that is all powerful, all knowing needs praise from his creations. A great poem hymn Orchi that seems to underline to me a common human trait that when we don't need something we ignore or forget it but in that hour of need we plead, cry, make a big deal out of it by praising, cajoling and basically brown nose our way to get what we want. Well done my friend.
Thank you SB. I would say that our response to Him in his plan of salvation to us, is our praise and thanks to Him. Not that He demands it or insists on it, as in 'you owe me one, you humans'.
But yes, we can go sniffing around people or a god or God when in need, then might forget them when all is cosy. It happened in Bible times too as well as today.
Good point Orchi people's gratitude is only as long as their memory and that is a short fuse
Well written. My friend.
Thank you F.
Great rhymer.
Thank you D. I came across another 'Don't tell' but can only think it was for the same reason - would have caused J more troubles if they had told at that time.
Excellent, Orchi! I have to say, all the damn glugs aside, I am finding much hope in your hymn-poems, my friend!
But, and I am sure you know this, those glugs only stay aside for never, so even as I share my thoughts above a certain P, and T, and O, and SB, and maybe even Scooby too, Ruh-roh!, are surfacing glugging glugs like turtle burps from a Manhattan sewer (shameless Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles reference). All I can say is that I am hopeful there may be no help for us in regard to this gurgling situation we have got going on here. 😂
Thank you T. lol.
Most welcome, my friend!
Good one Orchi.
Thank you Gold.
Always keep my emergency god on speed dial.
Especially in this mad world we live in.
Thank you P. Yes, some may only turn to Him, here referring to God, not to a god, in times of emergencies. It's said that even then He will hear us. Surely better than never saying a prayer or two.
This feels like a modern psalm with dirt under its fingernails—pleading, stripped down, honest about need.
There’s power in how you don’t posture here; you kneel, you ask, and you mean every word.
Thank you T. Yes, I saw one posturing, crossing himself, genuflecting (kneeling) several times, and all before a Service started. I thought \'You\'ll be worn out before we\'ve started\'. Doh!
Also - yes, I suppose it can be more honest than 'pretty please' or casual 'help me a bit - some time - no rush'.
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