In Your wrath do not strike me, O Lord
   Nor rebuke or Your anger display
Extend mercy for, Lord, I am weak
   Heal me, Lord, for my bones waste away.

Lord, how long must my heart remain sick?
   Won’t You come, rescue me in Your love?
If I die what is gained by my loss?
   From the grave can I praise You above?

All night long, tears stream down on my bed
   I’m exhausted and weak with this grief
Vision blurred, eyes grow dim in dismay
   From my foes I can find no relief.

But alas, evil men, you must flee
   For the Lord my cry heard and has come
The Lord heard and He answered my prayer
   In disgrace and great fear, off they run.

© 2014 J Dan Small