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O. Addisoin Gethers [email protected] [email protected] Messenger contact window live messenger: oag1rot...@hotmail aim: durangoadd64 skype id: cowboys62 yahoo id: OADDISONGETHERS ----- Original Message ----- From: "Donnie Parrett" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, June 04, 2009 9:27 PM Subject: Daily Bible Reading For Friday June 5 > Psalm 6-10 (The Message) > > Psalm 6 > A David Psalm > 1-2 Please, God, no more yelling, no more trips to the woodshed. > Treat me nice for a change; > I'm so starved for affection. > > 2-3 Can't you see I'm black-and-blue, > beat up badly in bones and soul? > God, how long will it take > for you to let up? > > 4-5 Break in, God, and break up this fight; > if you love me at all, get me out of here. > I'm no good to you dead, am I? > I can't sing in your choir if I'm buried in some tomb! > > 6-7 I'm tired of all this-so tired. My bed > has been floating forty days and nights > On the flood of my tears. > My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears. > The sockets of my eyes are black holes; > nearly blind, I squint and grope. > > 8-9 Get out of here, you Devil's crew: > at last God has heard my sobs. > My requests have all been granted, > my prayers are answered. > > 10 Cowards, my enemies disappear. > Disgraced, they turn tail and run. > Psalm 7 > A David Psalm > 1-2 God! God! I am running to you for dear life; the chase is wild. > If they catch me, I'm finished: > ripped to shreds by foes fierce as lions, > dragged into the forest and left > unlooked for, unremembered. > > 3-5 God, if I've done what they say- > betrayed my friends, > ripped off my enemies- > If my hands are really that dirty, > let them get me, walk all over me, > leave me flat on my face in the dirt. > > 6-8 Stand up, God; pit your holy fury > against my furious enemies. > Wake up, God. My accusers have packed > the courtroom; it's judgment time. > Take your place on the bench, reach for your gavel, > throw out the false charges against me. > I'm ready, confident in your verdict: > "Innocent." > > 9-11 Close the book on Evil, God, > but publish your mandate for us. > You get us ready for life: > you probe for our soft spots, > you knock off our rough edges. > And I'm feeling so fit, so safe: > made right, kept right. > God in solemn honor does things right, > but his nerves are sandpapered raw. > > 11-13 Nobody gets by with anything. > God is already in action- > Sword honed on his whetstone, > bow strung, arrow on the string, > Lethal weapons in hand, > each arrow a flaming missile. > > 14 Look at that guy! > He had sex with sin, > he's pregnant with evil. > Oh, look! He's having > the baby-a Lie-Baby! > > 15-16 See that man shoveling day after day, > digging, then concealing, his man-trap > down that lonely stretch of road? > Go back and look again-you'll see him in it headfirst, > legs waving in the breeze. > That's what happens: > mischief backfires; > violence boomerangs. > > 17 I'm thanking God, who makes things right. > I'm singing the fame of heaven-high God. > Psalm 8 > A David Psalm > 1 God, brilliant Lord, yours is a household name. > > 2 Nursing infants gurgle choruses about you; > toddlers shout the songs > That drown out enemy talk, > and silence atheist babble. > > 3-4 I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous, > your handmade sky-jewelry, > Moon and stars mounted in their settings. > Then I look at my micro-self and wonder, > Why do you bother with us? > Why take a second look our way? > > 5-8 Yet we've so narrowly missed being gods, > bright with Eden's dawn light. > You put us in charge of your handcrafted world, > repeated to us your Genesis-charge, > Made us lords of sheep and cattle, > even animals out in the wild, > Birds flying and fish swimming, > whales singing in the ocean deeps. > > 9 God, brilliant Lord, > your name echoes around the world. > Psalm 9 > A David Psalm > 1-2 I'm thanking you, God, from a full heart, I'm writing the book on your > wonders. > I'm whistling, laughing, and jumping for joy; > I'm singing your song, High God. > > 3-4 The day my enemies turned tail and ran, > they stumbled on you and fell on their faces. > You took over and set everything right; > when I needed you, you were there, taking charge. > > 5-6 You blow the whistle on godless nations; > you throw dirty players out of the game, > wipe their names right off the roster. > Enemies disappear from the sidelines, > their reputation trashed, > their names erased from the halls of fame. > > 7-8 God holds the high center, > he sees and sets the world's mess right. > He decides what is right for us earthlings, > gives people their just deserts. > > 9-10 God's a safe-house for the battered, > a sanctuary during bad times. > The moment you arrive, you relax; > you're never sorry you knocked. > > 11-12 Sing your songs to Zion-dwelling God, > tell his stories to everyone you meet: > How he tracks down killers > yet keeps his eye on us, > registers every whimper and moan. > > 13-14 Be kind to me, God; > I've been kicked around long enough. > Once you've pulled me back > from the gates of death, > I'll write the book on Hallelujahs; > on the corner of Main and First > I'll hold a street meeting; > I'll be the song leader; we'll fill the air > with salvation songs. > > 15-16 They're trapped, those godless countries, > in the very snares they set, > Their feet all tangled > in the net they spread. > They have no excuse; > the way God works is well-known. > The cunning machinery made by the wicked > has maimed their own hands. > > 17-20 The wicked bought a one-way > ticket to hell. > No longer will the poor be nameless- > no more humiliation for the humble. > Up, God! Aren't you fed up with their empty strutting? > Expose these grand pretensions! > Shake them up, God! > Show them how silly they look. > Psalm 10 > > 1-2 God, are you avoiding me? Where are you when I need you? > Full of hot air, the wicked > are hot on the trail of the poor. > Trip them up, tangle them up > in their fine-tuned plots. > > 3-4 The wicked are windbags, > the swindlers have foul breath. > The wicked snub God, > their noses stuck high in the air. > Their graffiti are scrawled on the walls: > "Catch us if you can!" "God is dead." > > 5-6 They care nothing for what you think; > if you get in their way, they blow you off. > They live (they think) a charmed life: > "We can't go wrong. This is our lucky year!" > > 7-8 They carry a mouthful of hexes, > their tongues spit venom like adders. > They hide behind ordinary people, > then pounce on their victims. > > 9 They mark the luckless, > then wait like a hunter in a blind; > When the poor wretch wanders too close, > they stab him in the back. > > 10-11 The hapless fool is kicked to the ground, > the unlucky victim is brutally axed. > He thinks God has dumped him, > he's sure that God is indifferent to his plight. > > 12-13 Time to get up, God-get moving. > The luckless think they're Godforsaken. > They wonder why the wicked scorn God > and get away with it, > Why the wicked are so cocksure > they'll never come up for audit. > > 14 But you know all about it- > the contempt, the abuse. > I dare to believe that the luckless > will get lucky someday in you. > You won't let them down: > orphans won't be orphans forever. > > 15-16 Break the wicked right arms, > break all the evil left arms. > Search and destroy > every sign of crime. > God's grace and order wins; > godlessness loses. > > 17-18 The victim's faint pulse picks up; > the hearts of the hopeless pump red blood > as you put your ear to their lips. > Orphans get parents, > the homeless get homes. > The reign of terror is over, > the rule of the gang lords is ended. > > > > > > > Please join us on Skype Monday thru Friday at 8:00 EST for our Morning > Skype Prayer Time. > > > Contact Me At: > Donnie Parrett > 1956 Asa Flat Road > Annville, Kentucky 40402 > Home Phone: 606-364-3321 > Church Phone: 606-364-PRAY > Skype Name: Donnie1261 > Email: [email protected] > --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Deaf-Blind Inspirational Life Group" group. 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