Held Within A Steady Hand (Psalm 41)

(hummmm) Broken spirit, low I bow,

Hear my heavy whisper now,

Wash my guilty soul somehow.

“When will he finally die?

When will all his memory fly?”

Enemies mockingly cry.

Smiling eyes that hide a dart,

Poison gathered in the heart,

Spoken when they walk apart.

Hands that lift the fallen poor,

Safe inside the storm’s dark door,

God restores what came before.

Guarded in the quiet land,

Held within a Steady Hand,

Foes shall see their wishes banned.

Fever cools upon the sheet,

Gentle mercy guides the feet,

Strength replaces dark defeat.

Huddling close with secret sneer,

Plotting all they wish to hear,

Spinning ruin and dark fear.

“A foul plague has held him fast,

He is sinking to his last,

Down he lies and falls aghast.” At my board he shared my

bread,

Now a traitor turns his head,

Walking where the wicked tread.

Show me Mercy from Above,

Lift me in Your Arms of Love,

Justice like a Gentle Dove.

In Your Sight I still remain,

You have broken every chain,

Foes look on and strive in vain.

Integrity keeps my pace,

Grounded in Your Holy Place,

Living in Your Endless Grace.

Praise the

God of Israel, Where

Eternal Mercies dwell, Let

all ages join

and

tell: Amen,

and Amen as well. (hummmm)