Psalm 40

A Paraphrase of Psalm 40



Holy God, I waited for you.

And waited.

And finally you were there,

bending to hear my cry.

You drew me back

from the edge of the depths,

when I thought I could journey alone.

You held me, calmed me,

steadied my steps on stone.

You've turned my cry into song.

See how they gape at the joy of it!

They call me fool.

But they don't know joy,

or song,

or you.

Wonders tumble from your hands!

Such plans you have for us!

You don't want the ram

caught by its horns in the thicket.

You want me.

So here I am.