Gary Miller Ministry

Sunday, June 12, 2011

The Message (MSG)

Psalm 72

A Solomon Psalm

^1-8 Give the gift of wise rule to the king, O God, the gift of just rule to the crown prince.
   May he judge your people rightly,
      be honorable to your meek and lowly.
   Let the mountains give exuberant witness;
      shape the hills with the contours of right living.
   Please stand up for the poor,
      help the children of the needy,
      come down hard on the cruel tyrants.
   Outlast the sun, outlive the moon—
      age after age after age.
   Be rainfall on cut grass,
      earth-refreshing rain showers.
   Let righteousness burst into blossom
      and peace abound until the moon fades to nothing.
   Rule from sea to sea,
      from the River to the Rim.

^9-14 Foes will fall on their knees before God,
      his enemies lick the dust.
   Kings remote and legendary will pay homage,
      kings rich and resplendent will turn over their wealth.
   All kings will fall down and worship,
      and godless nations sign up to serve him,
   Because he rescues the poor at the first sign of need,
      the destitute who have run out of luck.
   He opens a place in his heart for the down-and-out,
      he restores the wretched of the earth.
   He frees them from tyranny and torture—
      when they bleed, he bleeds;
      when they die, he dies.

^15-17 And live! Oh, let him live!
      Deck him out in Sheba gold.
   Offer prayers unceasing to him,
      bless him from morning to night.
   Fields of golden grain in the land,
      cresting the mountains in wild exuberance,
   Cornucopias of praise, praises
      springing from the city like grass from the earth.
   May he never be forgotten,
      his fame shine on like sunshine.
   May all godless people enter his circle of blessing
      and bless the One who blessed them.

^18-20 Blessed God, Israel's God,
      the one and only wonder-working God!
   Blessed always his blazing glory!
      All earth brims with his glory.
   Yes and Yes and Yes.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Pray Today - June 11 | Operation World

Psalm 71 (with text - press on more info.)

Pslam 71

Psalm 71

The Message (MSG)

Psalm 71

    I run for dear life to God, I'll never live to regret it.
   Do what you do so well:
      get me out of this mess and up on my feet.
   Put your ear to the ground and listen,
      give me space for salvation.
   Be a guest room where I can retreat;
      you said your door was always open!
   You're my salvation—my vast, granite fortress.

^4-7 My God, free me from the grip of Wicked,
      from the clutch of Bad and Bully.
   You keep me going when times are tough—
      my bedrock, God, since my childhood.
   I've hung on you from the day of my birth,
      the day you took me from the cradle;
      I'll never run out of praise.
   Many gasp in alarm when they see me,
      but you take me in stride.

^8-11 Just as each day brims with your beauty,
      my mouth brims with praise.
   But don't turn me out to pasture when I'm old
      or put me on the shelf when I can't pull my weight.
   My enemies are talking behind my back,
      watching for their chance to knife me.
   The gossip is: "God has abandoned him.
      Pounce on him now; no one will help him."

^12-16 God, don't just watch from the sidelines.
      Come on! Run to my side!
   My accusers—make them lose face.
      Those out to get me—make them look
   Like idiots, while I stretch out, reaching for you,
      and daily add praise to praise.
   I'll write the book on your righteousness,
      talk up your salvation the livelong day,
      never run out of good things to write or say.
   I come in the power of the Lord God,
      I post signs marking his right-of-way.

^17-24 You got me when I was an unformed youth,
      God, and taught me everything I know.
   Now I'm telling the world your wonders;
      I'll keep at it until I'm old and gray.
   God, don't walk off and leave me
      until I get out the news
   Of your strong right arm to this world,
      news of your power to the world yet to come,
   Your famous and righteous
      ways, O God.
   God, you've done it all!
      Who is quite like you?
   You, who made me stare trouble in the face,
      Turn me around;
   Now let me look life in the face.
      I've been to the bottom;
   Bring me up, streaming with honors;
      turn to me, be tender to me,
   And I'll take up the lute and thank you
      to the tune of your faithfulness, God.
   I'll make music for you on a harp,
      Holy One of Israel.
   When I open up in song to you,
      I let out lungsful of praise,
      my rescued life a song.
   All day long I'm chanting
      about you and your righteous ways,
   While those who tried to do me in