Psalm 69

psalm 69
1 Save me, O God!
For the waters have come up to my neck.
2 I sink in deep mire,
Where there is no standing;
I have come into deep waters,
Where the floods overflow me.
3 I am weary with my crying;
My throat is dry;
My eyes fail while I wait for my God.

Did this get your attention? It got mine. I felt it, as I looked to my past and remember when I felt as though I was drowning. I then start to think. God not only knows my emotions, He knows how they feel.

4 Those who hate me without a cause
Are more than the hairs of my head;
They are mighty who would destroy me,
Being my enemies wrongfully;
Though I have stolen nothing,
I still must restore it.

So many times I have felt the enemy come at me, from all sides. He would press in and despair would knock on my doors. My heart feels the weight of the world just crush upon it, while it cries. My heart cries out for mercy, for grace, just to be saved.


5 O God, You know my foolishness;
And my sins are not hidden from You.
6 Let not those who wait for You, O Lord GOD of hosts, be ashamed because of me;
Let not those who seek You be confounded because of me, O God of Israel.

I know what I have done that is wrong, and I feel the shame. It is all foolishness. Knowing this, I hide my eyes from others, knowing what sin I have attached to myself. The sin is like a plaque I hold up for the world to see. He has covered my sin with his blood. But I know what is still under the covering.


14 Deliver me out of the mire,
And let me not sink;
Let me be delivered from those who hate me,
And out of the deep waters.
15 Let not the floodwater overflow me,
Nor let the deep swallow me up;
And let not the pit shut its mouth on me.

I look about me. My feet are stuck in a soup of thick wasste. I cannot escape on my own power. The enemy, the devil, has sent in his warriors to entrap me, with my own weaknesses.I know that my God loves me. I know that He can and will retore me. I will call out to Him.

16 Hear me, O LORD, for Your loving kindness is good;
Turn to me according to the multitude of Your tender mercies.
17 And do not hide Your face from Your servant,
For I am in trouble;
Hear me speedily.
18 Draw near to my soul, and redeem it;
Deliver me because of my enemies.

I will seek His mercies. I will even seek His grace. I am the foolish son, who wasted all that I had, but God is the father. I go to him seeking to be but a servant. He is the father who not only took me in as his servant, but as his son. He restored the position I held before time began. The path to restoration is being laid out even as I cry out for help.