I have been beset by the weight of trials, but Done nothing amiss. Judgment and justice seem far away, Leave me not to cruel mercy of men. Not to the rough stroke of condescension; Mine oppressors seek entertainment for their coliseum.
They continue, pain and weakness, This day like all the ones before, According to their passions. Thine ordinances tell me to be patient, For all are under your hand, and are Thy servants.
How many are my enemies? The days of trust have fled. Thy servant, yet accused. When wilt thou stand in the gap for me, and Execute judgment on the manipulation. On them that persecute me, have mercy.
Thy faithfulness is . . . What can I say? Today it was timely, But I know that it lasts Unto all generations. Thou hast made it unique and complex, Established it for the elect, And demonstrated it in the systems of The earth, the heavens, the deep, and all unknown spheres. It abideth .Continue reading “Thy Faithfulness #90”