A Psalm

I don’t often write poetry, at least not since my high school days when I fancied myself something of a poet laureate. But a friend of mine recently encouraged me to write a psalm. I always do my homework assignments, so I couldn’t exactly say no. Bear with my attempt.

The center of his will, the apple of his eye
That is where my Lord has placed me
No circumstance can thwart his perfect plan
No consequence betray his unfailing love

The mighty winds may crash and howl
They are no match for the sound of His Name
The waves may loom and threaten nigh
They can only desist at his command

Each thorn has been placed with perfect care
To permit the blossom to flourish
Each pain and trial designed for me
For my good and for your glory

My soul has longed for lesser things
For ease, for comfort, for plenty
Yet you satisfy with your very presence
With joy, with grace, with freedom

I thank you, Lord, for the works you’ve done
How you’ve toiled over me with patience
I thank you, Jesus, for what you’ve overcome
For the endurance that you’ve promised

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