A poem on Psalm 38.
O Lord, rebuke me not in wrath,
nor let Your anger chart my path.
Your arrows pierce—my soul is worn;
beneath Your hand, my strength is torn.
My Guilt has risen—a Heavy load, —
a Burden crushing life’s lone road.
My wounds grow foul, my flesh is Weak,
my Groans are all I’ve left to speak.
Bent low, I walk in Grief each day, —
a Shadow lost along the way.
My heart is Faint, my spirit dry;
I lift my eyes in Silent cry.
My friends withdraw, my foes conspire, —
their tongues like coals of spreading fire.
They plot and watch with Hatred keen,
their Whispers sharp, their glances mean.
But Lord, my Hope is Fixed on You;
for in Your Mercy, strength Renews.
I’ll wait for You to hear my plea
and Guide my soul through Agony.
O do not leave me in Despair.
Draw me close—lift this Weight I wear.
For I Confess my Sin—my wrong, —
and seek Your Hand to make me strong.
Come quickly, Lord—my Savior true;
Restore my soul, my heart Renew.
Through Trials deep, I’ll Trust Your Way
till Dawn unfolds the Brighter Day.
The Lutheran Column 