PS 17

LORD, Please hear my plea
This season's unbearable
Like hottest summer

Clothe me with your wings
As the apple of your eye
I'll not turn away

Let me wake to you
Having thwarted enemies
And mended friendships 

It's in your power
I have faith in your right hand
And your steadfast shield

Let me be faithful
Even to the point of death
Passing all your tests

Show me my reward
Not as some mortal treasure
But as You, in full

If I'm meant for less
May your joy satisfy me
Your heart comfort me

If I'm meant for more
Show me how it's possible 
I listen for you

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