Troubled Times (2)

orchidee



Tune: Heinlein

('40 days and 40 nights')

Psalm 38 parts

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I am troubled, bowed down here

Lord, come and to me appear

I go mourning all day long

Dried up now, and gone my song

 

Forsake me not, O Lord, save

Me, all I have you me gave

O my God, be not from me

Far, but my poor state do see

 

I am plagued with sickness, ill

Heal me by your grace, good will

I am weak, and feeble, frail

Yet your help to me avails

 

If sin be the cause, forgive

So in your sight I shall live

Strengthened body, spirit, soul

Come to me and make me whole

 

Though darkness seems to o'erpower

Your light is with me each hour

Restore, heal, and set me free

That I may more Christ-like be

 

 

  • Author: orchidee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 24th, 2023 02:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 7.7.7.7. There is a 'Troubled Times (1)' somewhere here on MPS.
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 9
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  • Neville



    a hymn poem for particularly troubled times #2

    • orchidee

      Thanks Neville. Thankfully, I'm not ill, plagued, etc at present. Hope your good self isn't either.
      Maybe I was plagued at Troubled Times #1, by a certain person (you have heard of her in me comments)?

    • Saxon Crow

      God likes a trier! I can't help but think of Life of Brian "Lord I am plagued by a bald patch...."

      • orchidee

        Oh lol. Thanks SC. There's parts of that film I don't like.

        • Saxon Crow

          Then I shall cease all quotes!

        • sorenbarrett

          Words to give comfort in troubled times. I think your words give more comfort than many prayers. Good write.

          • orchidee

            Thanks SB. The Psalms and other verses I base poems on, can be taken as prayers sometimes, I feel.

          • Goldfinch60

            Good One Orchi.

            • orchidee

              Thanks Gold.



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