Psalm 38
Oh Father in your hot displeasure
Your arrow pierces deep
There is no soundness in my flesh
And my eyes continually weep
My sins consume me night and day
Foul and festering are my wounds
My heart it fails, I have no strength
And in the darkness I am consumed
I will declare my iniquity
And suffer turmoil for all my sin
Do not forsake me oh my Lord
Save me from what lies within
poem by Frank McEleny
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