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2 I say to the LORD, “You are my Lord;
I have no good apart from you.”
3 As for the saints in the land, they are the excellent ones,
in whom is all my delight.
4 The sorrows of those who run after another god shall multiply;
their drink offerings of blood I will not pour out
or take their names on my lips.
5 The LORD is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
6 The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
7 I bless the LORD who gives me counsel;
in the night also my heart instructs me.
8 I have set the LORD always before me;
because he is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken.
9 Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices;
my flesh also dwells secure.
10 For you will not abandon my soul to Sheol,
or let your holy one see corruption.
11 You make known to me the path of life;
in your presence there is fullness of joy;
at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
(Psalm 16)
God of Glory:
He was our world's time traveler,
He Who is Sin's great Unraveler,
David's muse, David's Son
whom David Lord did call. (v.2)
A thousand years before He came along,
Your Son inspired David's songs
to sustain His human soul
a millenium hence.
For Him there would be no refuge
in the Second Temple deluge,
when grace was gone
and Romans ringed Your Holy Hill.
He could talk with no one then
except some men he called his friends.
He invited them to follow Him
and learn the timeless Word.
But they proved dense as brick,
never understanding, thick.
He could not count on them,
not then anyway.
But on Pentecost they would inherit
the Comforter, the Holy Spirit,
Who would guide them into truth
that would make sense of time.
These Psalms were Christ's own counsel,
hid in plain sight, a time capsule,
set before Him every day;
while he sojourned the world.
In them our Christ found great peace,
joy and comfort, sweet relief,
for the horrors that awaited,
described in Psalm 22.
But in 16 He left a note
to sustain Him; there he wrote,
like the time traveler carves a tree
and going forward in time finds
weathered letters in the bark,
higher than the lazy lark
can fly; messages enduring
the ravages of time.
As fully man He knew that pain
would scream to Him to refrain
from hope. Curse God and die! (Job 2:9)
But here He traced that ancient text;
Your flesh may die but not decay;
corruption shall not rule the day,
Death is not the end for You.
Golgotha leads to God's right hand. (v.11)
Now He who visited Abraham, (Genesis 18:1f)
Who was Moses' great I AM, (Exodus 3:14)
has returned victorious to his throne,
where will be our future home.
But still endures the Living Word,
preserved throughout all time,
the time traveler's songs
to help us as we go along.
Help us trust when all seems lost
Your will is worth whatever it costs.
And the thought that sustained our Lord
as he suffered on Calvary
was not heavenly streets of gold,
or Gospel conquest, long and bold,
but it was of us, redeemed sinners,
his true inheritance. (v.3)
Bless you, Ever Living Lord,
by all time and Earth adored.
though in this chrysalis of time
we temporarily cocoon;
make known to us the way of Life
that honors Christ and loves the right,
and with the Bread and Paschal cup, (v.5)
travel time ourselves.
Amen.
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