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Originally Posted by Aquila
Amen. And few songs about the absolute power of God against wickedness.
I like the Psalms of David... imagine, as a man, worshiping to something like this...
Save Me, O My God
A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.
Psalms 3:1-8 (ESV)
1 O Lord, how many are my foes!
Many are rising against me;
2 many are saying of my soul,
there is no salvation for him in God. Selah
3 But you, O Lord, are a shield about me,
my glory, and the lifter of my head.
4 I cried aloud to the Lord,
and he answered me from his holy hill. Selah
5 I lay down and slept;
I woke again, for the Lord sustained me.
6 I will not be afraid of many thousands of people
who have set themselves against me all around.
7 Arise, O Lord!
Save me, O my God!
For you strike all my enemies on the cheek;
you break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation belongs to the Lord;
your blessing be on your people! Selah God used to be a God who arose and broke the faces of the wicked. Today... he's as soft as the mall Santa.
Imagine a God who symbolically portrays His passion for His people as a lover fantasizes about ravishing His beloved in ways that would make most churches blush (Song of Solomon).
Today... God is almost divorced from everything truly masculine. He's a "Father"... However, even His Father hood is emphasized as being warm and fuzzy... we don't see the Father who will slam the doors when angry and shake the rafters. We don't see the Father who hears a noise and grabs the shotgun in preparation to blow any threat to his family out of existence. In a way... like the men of the Church... God's been feminized... or perhaps softened is a better word. People gasp at the "Allah" of Islam... but he seems to have a lot more in common with the God of the Bible than what is portrayed in most contemporary churches. |
The Third Psalm is one our family uses in worship quite often, it's one of the first one's we learned. (We use the Scottish Metrical Psalter.)
O Lord, how are my foes increased;
Against me many rise!
Many say of my soul, for him
in God no succour lies.
Yet thou my shield and glory art
Th'uplifter of my head
I cried, and from his holy hill
the Lord me answer made
I laid me down to sleep, I waked
for God sustain-ed me
I will not fear tho ten thousands
set round against me be
Arise, O Lord, save me my God
for thou my foes hast stroke
all on the cheek-bone, and the teeth
of wicked men hast broke
Salvation doth appertain
unto the Lord alone
Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore
thy people is upon
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