Saturday, June 18, 2011

Psalm 40:2

To and fro with no where to go,
here then gone, up then low,
the world falls short, everything leaves
for in the wind, branches fall off trees.
No leaf will fall from this vine,
for know, I do, You are my life line.
I will not look to the wind today,
for You are the rock in all that I say.
Only you are sturdy forever,
and this world will consume my life, never.
For you are the rock in which i stand,
all other ground is sinking sand.

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