This is, was, painful. My comfort in total is, was, you. My affliction; David said it’s good For me to be buffeted in body, mind, and soul. Thy word hath been a fast medicine, and Quickened me for your name’s sake. I trust you.
Let the rainfall remind me of Thy mercies so tender and essential. Come also unto me, like the sunshine, O Lord, even the moonlight shows your face. Thy salvation, like the warm breeze According to your abiding Holy Spirit. Thy word, the good soil I grow in.
Stablish what you have planted Thy word is your tool Unto eternal gardening Thy servant, the tender shoot, Who is devoted to soil, hand, and tool. Thy fear waters the furrows.
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