Grant that my eyes may behold
wonders that Your law unfolds.
Groping my way through the land
hide not from me Your commands.
Great with longing my soul yearns
Your instructions to discern.
Grave rebukes await the proud
straying from what You’ve allowed.
Give relief from scorners taunts
Your decrees are all I want.
Gathered princes slander me
still I dwell on Your decrees.
Guided by advice that’s right
Your commands are my delight.
© J Dan Small