PS 73

You know all my ways
I will tell of all your deeds (~Psalm 73:28)
In the place Foretold

What might I say, LORD?
This is all that I can bear
And not much longer

My time is all theirs
My resources are scanty
It's all I have left

I am afflicted 
Wicked counting for little
When I have little

I have a safe bed
I have a timeline set out
I still have your Word 

Please set me apart
Don't count me as fantasy
In the final day

For I have loved you
As best as I know how, God 
With what you gave me 

Will it be peaceful? 
With beauty beyond compare? 
I seek your reply.

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