A poem on Psalm 40.
I Waited for the Lord to Hear;
He bent and drew my soul near.
From miry depths, He set me free,
and placed my feet on Rock to be.
A Song He gave—a tune of Grace, —
to echo through the Sacred Space.
Many will see and Trust His name
and find their Refuge in His claim.
Blessèd are they who shun the Lie, —
who trust in God, not Wealth or high.
Your works, O Lord, no tongue can tell;
they reach beyond what words compel.
Sacrifice You did not desire,
but ears to Hear and Hearts of fire.
I said, “Behold, I’ve come to do
Your will, inscribed in precepts true.”
Within the Gathering, I proclaimed
Your love, Your truth, Your justice Named.
I did not hide Your steadfast care
but spoke of Mercy everywhere.
Do not withhold Your love from me;
Your Faithfulness is my Decree.
Though Troubles rise and Sins are vast,
Your Grace will Save me to the last.
Let those who seek my life be shamed,
and all who Scoff be left unnamed.
But may the Humble, glad in heart,
rejoice in You and ne’er depart.
Though poor and needy I still know,
the Lord regards me here below.
You are my Help—my Savior near.
Come quickly, Lord; my cry You Hear.
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