1 Silent, I have waited,
counting out my days;
questions overwhelm me,
set my heart ablaze.
Measured by God's greatness
human lives are small,
wealth departs, and beauty
like a flower will fall.

2 Suffering, leaden - weighted,
drags my spirit low:
God in heaven, have mercy,
let your healing flow!
All my hope I fasten
on your strengthening word
lift your hand in blessing,
let my prayer be heard!

After Psalm 39, David Mowbray (born 1938)
© David Mowbray/Jubilate Hymns
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