A Psalm
I cried out to our God
What is it I’ve done
What wrong have I committed
That you would hurt me so
Where did I go wrong
Where was my mistake
That you would make my life such misery
How did I come to this
How has my place of joy become an open sore
What bitter ointment do you have ready for me
I cried out to my God
I cried tears without noise
Silently they slipped down my cheeks
As I pleaded for an explanation
What answer did you give
Where is your mercy and care
How distant you seem to me
Flee away from torment is all my reply
14/02/18
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Author:
summer19670 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: God is always good but it doesn’t always feel like it
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Good write Summer. I know - not all the Psalms are praise and jolly. Some seem like rants, but they are real situations of human life.
Also, people can parrot-talk 'God is good all the time'. Of course He is, when all is cosy for them! doh! But it is a true statement though.
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