After Psalm 6

Do not rebuke me any more
but I implore you Lord, return
and let your healing love replace
the anger I have caused to burn.

This troubled heart, these tortured limbs:
Lord, how much longer will it be
before your penetrating grace
can pierce my grief and set me free?

Who, Lord, can praise you from the tomb?
Yet here I soak my bed with tears;
my sight is blurred, and constant trials
have aged my life by countless years.

Humiliation, self-reproach
conspire to feed my deep despair -
let fears depart in disarray
because the Lord has heard my prayer.

And now I have the peace of Christ,
whose light will guide me through the haze
till death at last becomes the door
of welcome to his house of praise.

Emma Turl
© Emma Turl, admin. The Jubilate Group
Metre: 8888 (LM)
Alternative tunes: FOSSEBRIDGE (John Barnard); SOLOTHURN

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