The Lord is my Strength.

 Psalm 118:13-15 Amplified

I was pushed hard, so I was falling,

The enemy came like a crushing, breaking wall.

They thrust at me with violence, I stumbled, I was sprawling—

I thought my strength had failed, I thought I'd surely fall.

I was pushed hard, so that I was falling, but the Lord helped me. (Psalm 118:13, AMP)

But in the moment of my failing, in the breath before the ground,

A hand not made of flesh and bone reached out and wrapped around

My own, and pulled me upward, and set my feet again.

The Lord helped me—my Savior, my defender, my amen.

The Lord is my strength and my song,

Not just a distant fortress, but the melody I sing along.

When I had no voice left for singing, when fear had stolen my tune,

He placed a new song in my heart beneath the watching moon.

The Lord is my strength and song, and He has become my salvation. (Psalm 118:14, AMP)

He has become my salvation—not just a helper on the side,

Not just a rescuer who comes and then steps back to hide.

He Himself is my salvation; in Him I live and move.

His presence is my safety; His character my proof.

The sound of joyful shouting and salvation is in the tents of the righteous:

The echo of deliverance, the whisper of the priceless

Gift of being rescued, of being brought through once again,

Is heard among the people who trust in Him. Amen.

The sound of joyful shouting and salvation is in the tents of the righteous. (Psalm 118:15, AMP)

Can you hear it? The celebration, the quiet, steady praise,

In the ordinary dwellings, in the rhythm of the days?

It is the sound of those who know that when they were pushed hard,

When falling seemed inevitable, when hope was nearly marred—

The Lord helped them. He caught them. He held them in His hand.

And now their tents are filled with songs throughout the promised land.

So when I am pushed, when I am pressed, when falling is my fear,

I will remember this great truth, and I will hold it near:

The Lord Himself is my strength, my song, my salvation sure.

And in my tent, I'll shout His praise—eternal, free, and pure.

Amen.