Psalm
88 Prayed
Finding strength through the sufferings of Jesus
O Lord Jesus, the God who saves
me,
day
and night I cry out before you.
May my prayer come before you;
turn
your ear to my cry.
You alone understand my
anguish,
for
on the cross your soul was full of trouble
and
your life drew near the grave.
You were counted among those
who go down to
the
pit;
you
were like a man without strength.
you were set apart with the
dead,
like
the slain who lie in the grave,
whom you remember no more,
who
are cut off from your care.
Yet is was your Fathers will to
crush you
and
cause you to suffer,
and
make your life a guilt offering.
He put you in the lowest pit of
hell,
in
the darkest depths.
His wrath lay heavily upon you;
he
overwhelmed you with all his waves,
because you were being pierced
for my
transgressions,
crushed
for my iniquities.
The punishment that brought me
peace was upon
you,
and
by your wounds I was being healed.
He took from you your closest
friends,
and
he made you repulsive to them.
Even Peter denied you three
times,
your
disciples deserted you and fled.
You were confined on the cross
and could not
escape;
your
eyes were dim with grief.
You called to your Father that
day;
you
spread out your hands to him.
If you had not done this for
me, Lord Jesus,
what
hope would I have?
Would you show your wonders to
the dead?
Could
those who are dead rise up and praise
you?
Would your love be declared in
the grave,
your
faithfulness in Destruction?
Could your wonders known in the
place of
darkness,
or
your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?
Very early in the morning,
while
was still dark,
you would get up, leave the
house
and
go off to a solitary place
where
you would pray.
You would cry to your Father
for help, O Lord,
in
the morning your prayer came before him.
You went to a place called
Gethsemane
you
knelt down and prayed,
“Why, O Father, do you reject
me
and
hide your face from me?
From my youth I have been
afflicted and close to
death;
I
have suffered your terrors and am in despair.
Your wrath has swept over me;
your
terrors have destroyed me.
All day long they surround me
like a flood;
they
have completely engulfed me.
You have taken my companions
and loved ones
from
me;
the
darkness is my closest friend.
Father, if you are willing,
take this cup from me;
yet
not my will, but yours be done.”
And being in anguish, you prayed more
earnestly,
and
your sweat was like drops of blood falling
to
the ground.
To this, I also was called,
because
you suffered for me,
leaving me an example,
that
I should follow in your steps.
You committed no sin,
and
no deceit was found in your mouth.
When they hurled their insults
at you,
you
did not retaliate;
when you suffered,
you
made no threats.
Instead, you entrusted yourself
to
your Father who judges justly.
You yourself bore my sins
in
your body on the tree,
so that I might die to sins
and
live for righteousness;
by
your wounds I have been healed.
So help me not to be surprised
at
the painful trial I am suffering,
as
though something strange were happening to
me.
But I help me to rejoice that I
participate in your
sufferings,
O Christ,
so
that I may be overjoyed when your glory is
revealed.
1Pet. 4:12 Dear friends, do not be surprised at the
painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange were happening to
you. 13 But rejoice
that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed
when his glory is revealed.
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Psalm 88 Prayed
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