Poetry

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I will awaken the dawn with praises to your holy name
And my soul will be stirred to worship you amidst trials.
Your Spirit within me will open my eyes of faith to see
That my redemption draws near by the second.

From everlasting to everlasting, Lord, you will be my hiding place.
In your loving-kindness, I will bury my face, under your wings
That my enemies might not see my tears of regret.
Why didn't I seek you in my youth when I had more vigor?

My heart will thump with joy at the sound of your voice,
Deep worship will flow from my spirit to heaven
Where your throne is established from the wake of time.
Because of your mercy I was lead to repentance.

Let the train of your robe flow through and beyond
The span of my life, that I might learn your glorious ways.
Let the beauty of your holiness blind me
That the lure of sin and doubt would not seduce me.

Many are my afflictions, but they don't compare
To the wealth of promises I found in your word:
"Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines,
Though the olive crops fail and the fields produce no food,
Though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls,
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my savior"
Habakkuk 3:17-18

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