Psalm 41
In my time of trouble
The Lord shall deliver
Even on my sickbed
You are with me forever
Even when I am sick and weak
My enemies say 'he'll not arise'
Yet you are merciful to me o Lord
Your glory fills the morning skies
I cannot even trust my friend
Who sat and ate my bread
And now I feel so much alone
He would also see me dead
Blessed be the Lord my God
Set me before your face forever
And though they seek to trample me
By your hand you shall surely deliver
poem by Frank McEleny
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