PS 112

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

Placing a tile
Communicating a rune
Lighting up the sky

This place like a dream
Delicate in its crafting
It can still be tipped

LORD, should I tip it?
I await your direction
Still doing nothing

As is my lot now
The lot you've chosen for me
I've made it so hard

When will you redeem?
I lay here in these ashes 
Of my burned down life

No fear of bad news (~Psalm 112:7)
For I place my trust in you
You are my fortress

Set feet solidly
So that I find joy in you
Meaning in your Word

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