Psalm 30 (The Message)
A David Psalm
1 I give you all the credit, God— you got me out of that mess,
you didn't let my foes gloat.
2-3 God, my God, I yelled for help
and you put me together.
God, you pulled me out of the grave,
gave me another chance at life
when I was down-and-out.
4-5 All you saints! Sing your hearts out to God!
Thank him to his face!
He gets angry once in a while, but across
a lifetime there is only love.
The nights of crying your eyes out
give way to days of laughter.
6-7 When things were going great
I crowed, "I've got it made.
I'm God's favorite.
He made me king of the mountain."
Then you looked the other way
and I fell to pieces.
8-10 I called out to you, God;
I laid my case before you:
"Can you sell me for a profit when I'm dead?
auction me off at a cemetery yard sale?
When I'm 'dust to dust' my songs
and stories of you won't sell.
So listen! and be kind!
Help me out of this!"
11-12 You did it: you changed wild lament
into whirling dance;
You ripped off my black mourning band
and decked me with wildflowers.
I'm about to burst with song;
I can't keep quiet about you.
God, my God,
I can't thank you enough.
Oh, Lord, we revere you because you chose Brian. You hand-picked him, even when he did not know you, even when he was looked upon at school as a kid with problems, even when he felt inferior, even when he was hurt—you still attracted him to you through your love. You gave him a new body and forced Satan’s lies and boasts to depart from him.
Oh, Jehovah, Brian’s personal God, in the past years, you were the God that Brian cried out to. You healed his spirit and turned his possibilities with the world into an eternal hope in you. You saved Brian’s soul—blew air into its lungs, enabled him to walk on your paths, and kept him from falling into the enemy’s traps.
Oh, Lord, therefore we want to sing praises to you and worship you. You are Brian’s “Abba,” Father, you are the Abba Father he commemorates now. Oh, Lord, we thank you. Thank you for correcting and disciplining Brian in the past years and causing him to be more and more like you and your glory.
Thank you for not judging us in anger but instead, building your children up with a doctor’s grace. Therefore, Lord, we believe that even though we once worried and wept over Brian’s condition—when the morning of victory comes, we will cheer and praise and give thanks.
Oh, Lord, build our lives so that we no longer rely on easy circumstances but can stand strong. Oh, Lord, we thank you. We thank you for the robust body Brian had. Bring him again to the place of reliance on you.
Oh, Lord, apart from you, the greatest doctors and nurses can do nothing. Right now, we take Brian and plead before you—we beg you, Lord. Oh, Lord, quickly give Brian the ability to open his mouth to praise you—to get up and witness that you are real.
Oh, Lord, please respond to Brian. We believe in that you will heal and rescue Brian—but we implore that you will not forget Brian’s parents, who are suffering as well. Oh, Lord, cut down our waiting time! Quickly transform our wild laments to whirling joys.
Yes, Lord. Brian will not merely be able to open his mouth and speak, but you will heal all the limbs of his body—you will recover his physical self fully so that he can dance before you. We pray that you will quickly rip off Brian’s mourning band and deck him with joy.
Oh, Lord, we desire to see glory descend upon Brian’s face. We praise you, Lord, for you are the one who can manifest glory on Brian, the one we can sing to without ever stopping.
Oh, Jehovah, you are Brian’s personal God, and we thank you. We want to thank you forever, and ever, and ever. We can’t thank you enough.
In the name of Jesus Christ, may God fulfill his Holy Word right before our eyes.
Amen.
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