A poem on Psalm 88
DOUBTS COME ALONG
SIN HEAPING TROUBLE
FEARS STEAL MY SONG
REDUCE ME TO RUBBLE
JOY FLEES LIKE A THIEF
EMPTYING THE HEART
CAREWORN FOR BELIEF
I NEED A NEW START
A SMOLDERING WICK
HE WILL NOT SNUFF OUT
WHEN THOUGHTS ARE SICK
AND HEART IN DROUGHT
COMPASSIONS WON’T FAIL
MERCIES STILL NEW
WHEN FAITH IS FRAIL
HIS PROMISE STILL TRUE
WHILE HE HIDES HIS FACE
HIS GRACE IS SECURE
I WILL RUN THE RACE
AND SURELY ENDURE
MY JOY WILL REVIVE
I BEEN PURCHASED WITH BLOOD
MY SOUL WILL THRIVE
IN THAT MERCIFUL FLOOD
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