SONGS OF DELIVERANCE 2
Psalm 40:1-3
I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted my out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.
I am there in the murk, Lord.
In a cave.
Nothing so heroic as enduring.
Just holding on.
Decision-less.
Hang in there they say.
But the picture is different.
The dark is shaped.
I couldn’t see it – in the dark.
Not alone.
Surrounded and held in your song.
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