psalm 5

to the young guitarist and budding flautist;      
a psalm of Andrew
1 have mercy on me, O God,      
   have mercy on me:      
   for my soul is bowed down      
   like a broken string      
   without a melody;      
             2 a broken reed      
               that has no breath      
               to sing Your praise.      
                            3 imperfect are my cadences,      
                              for i cannot find resolve.      
                                           4 a broken string, O God,      
                                             Thou wilt not despise;      
                                             and a bruised reed      
                                             Thou wilt not discard.      
5 for even the broken      
  and the bruised      
  shall sing again      
  at Your touch.  Selah.      
             6 consider my wretchedness      
               and hasten to my rescue,      
               lest in my broken discomfiture      
               i rust in Your presence;      
                            7 lest i choke upon      
                              my aperture      
                              and pipe a dreadful dirge.      
                                     8 i will arise now      
                                       and seek Your      
                                       mending grace;      
9 i will take a deep breath      
   and flute Your Name      
   above the trees. Selah.      
            10 thus shall the dust sing,      
               thus shall the clay rejoice in You,      
               thus shall the broken string      
               and the bruised reed      
               rejoice in Your goodness.      
                           11 for You alone are my God      
                              the Lord,      
                              Who mends broken vessels      
                              and gives them utterance      
                              to sing again in harmony;      
                                                         12 Who makes joyful music      
                                                            to rise like a symphony      
                                                            in the heavens      
                                                            and in all the earth. Selah.      
© Copyright 2021 March 02      
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
Published | Edited 4th Mar 2021
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