In my distress; do you ever tire of my distress? I do. I cried unto the Lord, to whom else can I go? And he heard me. He always does, according to His Word. Deliver my soul, O Lord, my need is clear. From lying lips; the enemy, And from a deceitful tongue; my own.Continue reading “Hearing”
Thou hast sustained me with solitude, Trodden down, my soul is restored. All your words build me up, Them that err are blinded by thirst, From thy statutes run streams of refreshment. For their cooling waters abound with mercy, Deceit is drowning, Falsehood sinks into darkness.
Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle’s.