Husband.
Father.
PCA Pastor.
Slightly sarcastic.
Apt to laughter.

Anti-Psalm 62

For Success alone my soul waits anxiously;
from it might come all my desires—
security, comfort, prosperity.
Until then, I am shaken.

The successful mock me with their wealth,
their achievement a threat to my existence.
They disregard me, belittle me, speak platitudes,
feigning magnanimity in their contempt.

For Success alone my soul waits anxiously—
illusory key to my flourishing!
Security. Comfort. Prosperity.
Until then, I am shaken.

“Work for it always.
Give it everything you have.
Success will come.”

Those of low estate deserve it.
Those of high estate deserve it.
There is only merit.
Put no trust in grace, luck, mercy.
Riches only increase if you set your heart on them.

Success always promises the same thing,
I’ve heard it often:
“With Success comes power,
to it belongs the key of happiness.”
Success, you will render to a man
according to his work.
I can only hope I’ve done enough.

Anti-Psalm 3

Anti-Psalm 2