Poem of a Psalm 13
I am beaten, broken down,
always lonely when I do not hear from You,
also weak and by the enemy thrown around,
to feel Your presence, how long should I pursue?
How can I say and feel those things?
Haven't I died already and now Christ lives in me?
As I drink only from Your Living water springs,
My only prayer is for Your Holy Will, not mine, forever be!
I may be persecuted for Your name and lose my job,
I might have my closest ones suddenly die,
But Your will and love the enemy can not rob,
One day soon, I will meet You in the air, and to Heaven will fly...
