Statutes #80

Let my pain and affliction be glorifying for you,

My drowning shows no value to me.

Heart be slow, pulse be weak, knees ache,

Sound in my ears is dim, noise is dark.

Thy statutes lighten the mood, salve the wounds,

That light is sweet on my tongue;

I meditate on a bountiful word.

Be near me, don’t leave me, hold my hand,

Not ashamed to call you Friend.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

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