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Psalm 77 (but I will remember...)

Psalm 77 (but I will remember…)

Things are not as they ought
I am weary
I am vexed by the evil I see
And much pained by those selfish agendas
That would batter
And ridicule me
That would say I am sick
Without rescue
And abandoned by friends of the past
‘For this faith ill-befitting
The present
And its precepts that can’t
And won’t last.”
Still I look for your rescue
Dear Father
And your lessons I hold
In my heart
While it seems you partake
Of the wounding
Must all Heavenly comfort depart?
But a check comes
To all of this whining
And a nudge points
To joys of the past
When your power alone
Saved the faithful
From the Pharaoh, the famine
The blast
From the godless and gloating
Around them
And the straightness
Of living at times.
It would seem I have
Preached myself happy
In reviewing your record sublime.