PS 112 (take 1, recovered)

Longings to nothing
The wicked see and are vexed
But we become blessed

In our own corners
This remembered forever
Hearts never failing

No fear of bad news (~Psalm 112:7)
For I am trusting in you
And you know me well

You know my weakness
And you bolster it with strength
To the very last

Placing a tile
Communicating a rune
Lighting up the sky

This place like a dream
Delicate in its crafting
Still able to tip

LORD, should we tip it?
I await your direction
From my own corner

Still, I do nothing
As this seems to be my lot 
At current juncture

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