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  
imprisoning  
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♫