psalm 4

of Andrew, when the COVID-19 pandemic
made its slaughter in the land
 
1 i will turn my gaze away
from the silent graves
of countless souls,
that i may see Your
outstretched hand.
 
2 the hand of the Lord
is mighty,
quickening the dead;
 
3 the grace of the Lord
is abundant,
saving even unto
the uttermost.  Selah
 
4 for You number
every broken bone
by frailty left undone;
 
5 not one is left unbroken
by the tyranny of sin.
 
6 shall the graveyard praise You?
shall the silence
of broken spirits
testify of Your goodness?
 
7 I will turn my eyes
to the foot of the cross
where countless souls
find refuge;
 
8 for the right hand of the Lord
shall lift me up
like a broken spirit
 
9 finding new breath
in a ransomed body. Selah
 
10 when the graves
devour my joy,
and the stench of death
 makes havoc of my praise,
 
11 then the Lord will
restore me
like a firebrand from hell:
for You number
every broken bone
by frailty left undone;
 
12 not one is left unbroken
by the tyranny of sin.
 
13 but the right hand
of the Lord
shall lift me up;
like a broken spirit
finding new breath
in a ransomed body
on resurrection morn.
 
© Copyright 2021 March 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫