Statutes #145

I cried out in silly, impatient anger,

With broken expectations laying dead at my feet.

My whole heart yearns for relief from my vanity,

Hear me. Who else can I cry to?

O Lord, you alone have ears for prayer,

I will call to you and make my habit.

Keep me, break me, lead me, heal me,

Thy statutes reform my expectations.

Published by David B. Smith

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

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