Hidden 3
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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