Monday, November 4, 2013

Psalm 4

The frames and faces on my wall,
The smell of pumpkin bread in fall,
The house, the town, the church, the tree:
All these security to me.

But false are they as much as real--
False if they're my heart's only seal.
For only You can hold my heart
When I stumble through the dark,
And only You can guide my way
Up treach'rous pathways day by day
When everything I once held near
Slips 'tween my fingers, disappears,
Leaving me alone with fear
In silent mists of white and grey.

All is sand and tide is swift;
My castles are no match for it.

But I am not alone in this.
You offer no betrayal's kiss.
In sleep Your rest will be my cure,
For You alone make me secure.


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