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Psalm 73:1-2 

73 Truly God is good to Israel, even to such as are of a clean heart.

2 But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well-nigh slipped.

 

Hidden

 

This week can’t be the toughest … I’m already out of strength

There is nothing left to give except the giving-up

That is not the answer … it won’t go any length

If I pull through this one … it’s Christ filling my cup

 

So Dear Lord you can have it … I’m fully in Your Hands

It had to come to this before I broke

All I have now left is a heart full of dents

That I now place in Yours in the presence of my folk

 

All I see is self … all others seem a bother

Like a clock ticking away, my dreams have slowly faded

In the center of myself in search of the other

That’s hidden in the inner-man as in my past I stated

 

Jan Wienen

 

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