Make the broken whole, O Lord. Thy face glows with tender lovingkindness, To shine upon dark, shadowed hearts. Upon your word we lean, Thy servant, thy hand, thy heart, all warm, And blindness flees the sparking of grace. Teach me patience, thanksgiving, kindness, hope, Thy statutes shield me from the vain bell tolling.
Deal with me, not according to my deeds, Thy servant, pleads for mercy; According unto your tender compassion, Thy mercy gives life, joy, freedom, release, And hope for a dwelling in the house of the Lord. Teach me to extend mercy those who transgress against me, Thy statutes poison the bitter root.
Princes also did rage, like Herod, against your Anointed, Sit and speak, their words like sewage flowed. Against me their horns pushed, But I trusted in my Christ, my King, my High Priest, my Beloved. Thy servant did silently wait while words swirled, Meditate in your judgments, this filled the silence and cut the noise.Continue reading “Statutes #23”