A poem on Psalm 37.
Fret not those who walk in Evil,
whose fleeting triumphs seem primeval.
Like grass they Wither, fade, and fall, —
their glory gone, forgotten all.
Trust in the Lord and do what’s Right;
dwell in His Love—your soul’s delight.
Commit your Way to Him, and know
He’ll make your Righteousness to show.
Be still and Wait—let anger cease,
for Wrath will steal your soul’s own peace.
The Wicked’s rise is but a Breath, —
their End is sure, consumed by Death.
The Lowly shall hold the Earth in hand
and find their joy in Promised Land.
Though plots against the Just are laid,
the Lord upholds—the Lowly stayed.
A little while, and they’ll be gone, —
the Wicked’s place no longer drawn.
But steps of man by God are led,
His firm Foundation where we tread.
The Righteous give—their hands Extend;
their Heritage will never end.
Though Storms may rise and Shadows cast,
God’s Steadfast Love will always last.
Turn from Wrong, do Good, and stay,
for Peace will mark the Righteous Way.
The Lord is Strong, their Refuge near;
He Saves their lives, dispels their fears.
Wait on the Lord, hold fast, endure;
His Justice reigns; His ways are Pure.
The path of Faith is pure and sweet, —
a Light to guide the Humble feet.
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