A
homesick ache will sometimes strike my soul,
A tired longing from all earthly bonds;
Then
there are moments when I doubt the goal,
When
faith grows weak, I turn to God in mind
In
hopes that He will hear my weakened prayer,
And
groan in spirit, feeling unrefined,
To
save me from my anguish and despair.
Then
quietly my pleas turn into praise,
A
subtle shift from fear to gratitude;
With
just a touch from Him my spirits raise,
My
heart grows lighter, larger and renewed.
When melancholy brings me to my
knees
I put my faith in Christ; He won't
displease
~~~~~~~~~~~
Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
and why art thou disquieted within me?
hope thou in God:
for I shall yet praise him,
who is the health of my countenance,
and my God.
Psalm 42:11 KJV
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