psalm 7

the Resurrection psalm  
a psalm of Andrew    
    
1  mark my grave, O Lord;    
mark well this spot    
in which i sleep;    
     
2  it is a dreamless slumber    
and my memories have gone    
away from me.    
     
3  the breath i borrowed    
with the nostrils    
of my dust    
has gone back to You, O Lord,    
Who made my body    
and my breath    
a living soul.    
     
4  do not forget me    
in this dark place, Most Holy One;    
do not confine me    
in my helplessness,    
     
5  where worms have eaten my flesh,    
and my bones have lost    
their appetite for dancing.    
     
6  all my knowledge, O God,    
is gone away from me;    
i cannot comprehend    
night from day,    
     
7  for my eyes have melted    
in their sockets,    
and my tongue no longer    
has the strength    
to sing of Thee.    
     
8  the loved ones i have left behind    
have wept over my    
uncompromising nothingness;    
behold, their rivers    
have flooded the silence    
of my gloom.    
     
9  but in this dark emptiness,    
i know not tears of sorrow    
or tears of joy;    
     
10  i feel no pain,    
nor yet do i rejoice with scant elation;    
for my burdens are gone    
and my joy is not yet come.    
     
11  but mark my grave, O Lord;    
mark well this spot    
in which i sleep,    
     
12  for joy cometh in the morning    
with the trump  
of the trumpeting angel.    
     
13  let him trump    
over my grave, O Lord,    
for i shall awake    
among the first,    
     
14  i shall triumph    
over my grave,    
and it shall be ruined forever.    
     
15  for when i was a keeper    
of knowledge,    
and a pilgrim in the deserts    
of the earth,    
my soul said unto me:    
"behold, your grave!    
     
16  it is only a restingplace,    
a dark night's sleepover,    
     
17  for I know that my Redeemer lives,    
and that He shall stand    
at the latter day upon the earth:    
and though after my skin    
worms destroy this body,    
yet in my flesh shall I see God.    
     
18  even so, Lord,    
come quickly.    
amen.    
     
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by Clyve A. Bowen♫