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Rex H. Henderson

 Psalm XIII

" To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me? How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me? Consider and hear me, O LORD my God: lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death; Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed against him; and those that trouble me rejoice when I am moved. But I have trusted in thy mercy; my heart shall rejoice in thy salvation. I will sing unto the LORD, because he hath dealt bountifully with me." (Psalm 13, KJV)

 

PSALM XIII

 The Magic of Faith

 It seems like a long dry season
To the Psalmist who is weary.
He has suffered in agonizing
Prayer with no answer to his query.

The cries of the suffering people
Havenít been answered. Whereís God?
Hope has turned to despair, faith to doubt.
Enemies triumph and he goes to the sod.

Our timetable is not Godís. We turn
The rope and say, God you jump.
The grace of patience is incomplete.
When schemes fail, we overtrump.

 In the midst of deepest distress,
The Psalmist finds confidence.
Fainting faith remembers Godís
Blessings, and turns to His duress.

(c) Rex H. Henderson 2003

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