Lord, I am on the run.

This has all gone farther 

Than I could have imagined.

I’m in the wind. 

I have seen what hunts my trail

And crouches at my door

And it scares me.

If my enemies have their way,

They’ll swallow me whole.

 

I am not innocent.

I have repaid evil for good.

I have brooded thoughts

That hatched like vipers.

I have heard the song of revenge

And have added my own voice.

If my enemies are right and I am wrong,

Lay me low, overthrow me. 

 

I feel your anger churn against me

And my pursuers alike,

But do not let me fall into their hands.

You are the only just judge.

You will make no mistake,

And nothing will take you by surprise.

You have appointed a day 

To gather us to yourself.

On that day, remember 

When I walked with you.

Bring evil to an end,

But make every tender shoot 

Of goodness burst to blossom.

Make our weary, waning days

Into a refiner’s fire,

Just as silver meets itself at last

Before the dross is lifted.

 

You know how to save the righteous,

And you know how to lay low the wicked.

Your weapons are ready to hand;

You won’t let evil go unchecked, unmarked.

You’ll whistle its own works 

Back to hound it down. 

 

When you are lifted up,

Where will the judgment fall?

When you have the final word,

What will you say?

Lord, I am on the run.
This has all gone farther&nbsp;
Than I could have imagined.
I&rsquo;m in the wind.&nbsp;
I have seen what hunts my trail
And crouches at my door
And it scares me.
If my enemies have their&nbsp;way,
They&rsquo;ll swallow me whole.
&nbsp;
I am not innocent.
I have repaid evil for good.
I have brooded thoughts
That hatched like vipers.
I have heard the song of revenge
And have added my own voice.
If my enemies are right and I am wrong,
Lay me low, overthrow me.&nbsp;
&nbsp;
I feel your anger churn against me
And my pursuers alike,
But do not let me fall into their hands.
You are the only just judge.
You will make no mistake,
And nothing will take you by surprise.
You have appointed a day&nbsp;
To gather us to yourself.
On that day, remember&nbsp;
When I walked with you.
Bring evil to an end,
But make every tender shoot&nbsp;
Of goodness burst to blossom.
Make our weary, waning days
Into a refiner&rsquo;s fire,
Just as silver meets itself at last
Before the dross is lifted.
&nbsp;
You know how to save the righteous,
And you know how to lay low the wicked.
Your weapons are ready to hand;
You won&rsquo;t let evil go unchecked, unmarked.
You&rsquo;ll whistle its own works&nbsp;
Back to hound it down.&nbsp;
&nbsp;
When you are lifted up,
Where will the judgment fall?
When you have the final word,
What will you say?

Listen to creative renditions of the Psalms.

Listen to creative renditions of the Psalms.

The Darkling Psalter

The Psalms were written to be sung, prayed, and heard. The Darkling Psalter presents original poetic reimaginings of the biblical Psalms by Andy Patton. These are not translations or paraphrases, but companion poems that seek to capture the movement, imagery, emotion, and theology of each psalm in fresh poetic language.

Each episode invites listeners to hear one of Scripture's oldest songs through a contemporary poetic imagination, offering a fresh way into lament, praise, confession, longing, and hope.

The Psalms were written to be sung, prayed, and heard. The Darkling Psalter presents original poetic reimaginings of the biblical Psalms by Andy Patton. These are not translations or paraphrases, but companion poems that seek to capture the movement, imagery, emotion, and theology of each psalm in fresh poetic language.
Each episode invites listeners to hear one of Scripture's oldest songs through a contemporary poetic imagination, offering a fresh way into lament, praise, confession, longing, and hope.

Psalm 7—Make Our Weary, Waning Days Into a Refiner’s Fire

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