Psalm 142:4-5. “I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.”
CORNERED. Over my shoulder, I look and can see Implacable enemies are coming for me. There to the left with cat-feet so stealthy Trying to gain ground are temptations unhealthy. Off to the right, heard but not seen The sounds of the world-system where I had once been Just passing through, but they want me to join A “unifying movement” that all might be one.
Trying to head me off before reaching a safe place Are those who purloin but avoid seeing my face. Words like arrows come flying from afar
Seeking to destroy what I do without me knowing who they are. All around are pressures, both hard and subtle To change me like them, or at least to befuddle Me into thinking maybe my work is not right And those who have me cornered really have light.
Then, while in this “boxed in” state I find myself in, I look up where the sky is clear, and I can see Him Who was in such a case when it seemed all was lost, But won a great victory when He died on the cross. I might seem cornered by men, and the work seems small, But through the Lord’s eyes, it is easy to see all The pressures that surround are weak at the best, And through the strength of the Lord, my spirit can rest.
“O God, there are a lot of things going on I can do nothing about. So, give me the common sense not to waste my time on them. The things I can do something about are different matters. Open the eyes of my understanding so that I don’t remain cornered by any persons or activities that will stop Thee from using this weak vessel. In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, Amen.”