Friday, March 28, 2014

Lent 20: Psalm 39

Show me the number of my days

Alien time predominates
The landscape of my days
The hard swift passing of the years
Undoes my striving ways.

I feel its numb taste on my tongue:
My cold mortality;
How shall I measure these short days
Against eternity?

I am a breath You breathed O Lord,
Let me not be a fool
To spend my hours heedlessly
And waste this precious jewel.

My life is Yours, my tongue is Yours,
Oh tune it to Your praise
That I might rest upon the love

That measures my brief days.

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