Psalm 18 (The Message)

I love you, God—

you make me strong.
God is bedrock under my feet,

the castle in which I live,

my rescuing knight.

My God – the high crag

where I run for dear life,

hiding behind the boulders,

safe in the granite hideout.

 

I sing to God, the Praise-Lofty,

and find myself safe and saved…

 

A hostile world! I call to God,

I cry to God to help me.
From his palace he hears my call;

my cry brings me right into his presence—

a private audience!
He stood me up on a wide-open field;

I stood there saved—surprised to be loved!

God made my life complete

when I placed all the pieces before him.
When I got my act together,

he gave me a fresh start.
Now I’m alert to God’s ways;

I don’t take God for granted.
Every day I review the ways he works;

I try not to miss a trick.
I feel put back together,

and I’m watching my step.
God rewrote the text of my life

when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes.

 

The good people taste your goodness,

the whole people taste your health,
The true people taste your truth,

the bad ones can’t figure you out.
You take the side of the down-and-out,

but the stuck-up you take down a peg.

Suddenly, God, you floodlight my life;

I’m blazing with glory, God’s glory!
I smash the bands of marauders,

I vault the highest fences.

 

What a God!

His road stretches straight and smooth.
Every God-direction is road-tested.
Everyone who runs toward him makes it.