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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