Monday, September 11, 2017

psalm 151



my pleadings like smoke
came to you and you listened
my prayers like fog
were before you, and me, you assisted

my days now stay strong
like rocks of Rockies
my nights are peaceful
like lakes in mountains

my heart leaps with joy
like a dancing deer
my plate is full
with extravagant bread

my bones are strong
like the Indian iron wood
my past wrongs you blotted

all out of my sight


i now soar high, and higher
like an eagle in flight
i sit with poise like a king
on throne with no guards around
 
i sleep like a log

the whole night in my bed
i am busy like a bee
the whole day collecting food

in the day of my anguish
you hid not your face
in my distress i called you
and you speedily responded


© henry victor     11.10.2003 





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