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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