My Psalm 172
There is a balm in Gilead
Where the sin-sick and world weary
Can go to find succor, healing and rest.
And beside those still waters You lead me still
To restoration and revelation of Your mercy and love.
And perhaps, when my weary feet can gain the altitude,
You’ll lead me once again to the hills, from whence comes my strength.
There glimpses of the horizon reveal hope, inspire me to continue climbing
Until I regain my composure, because You lift me up, You let me see Your glory.
And when I am ready, when You know I can bear to learn the teachable lessons
You have prepared for my soul to learn, You will lead me where I dare not go
Where the path is rocky, the borders jagged, the twists and turns terrify.
New trials I fear considering, where confusion, defeat, and despair
Bring dimming tears to steal my vision, where I tread with fear
That I will stumble, I may fall, and lose my precious dignity.
There You will tell me again of Your love and mercy
When I most need You to reach me where I am
Your grace will be sufficient for that day
Even as it is for this day’s sorrow
I’ll know Your eternal Presence
Your merciful healing balm.
All things will be
Made new:
No more
Tears.
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