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psalm 9

___of Andrew___
when his soul travailed in angst
1 is there no way
out of this corner,
O Lord my God?
what shall i say
to bring You nearer
to ichabod?
2 my bosom swells
with wayward passions
the faith that dwells
in waning rations
of reasoning
where once i soared,
an eagle flying
on angel wings!
3 by heav'n adored,
darkness defying,
Your Spirit brings
my only balm,
my consolation,
my corps d ‘esprit.
4 restore my calm,
my soul salvation,
my liberty.
5 when tongues of fire
consume my being
with fretful angst,
be my Desire,
from shackles freeing
one tricked and pranksed.
6 is there no hope
for one so broken
by selfish pride,
who, here, must grope,
without a token,
without a guide?  Selah.
7 i see Your Cross,
You see my crosses;
give me Your Peace
amidst my pieces.
8 still at a loss,
i count my losses;
rid me of these
untimely theses.
9 i long to climb
beyond earth's climax:
calm my rough seas
till darkness ceases.
10 Alpha of Time,
balance my time-lapse;
hear all my pleas,
if You it pleases.
11 Saviour Divine,
in my confinement  
i am resigned
to Thy assignment.
12 swiftly i come,
no more complacent;
bring me back home
from sin's abasement.
© Copyright 2021 November 20
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
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