by Fred Miller
Hear my plea, O Lord, my hands and my eyes I lift up to you. My heart is troubled. I am surrounded by the wicked. I am trapped by evildoers. In supplication, I bow to acclaim you with this hymn of hope and steadfast love. May my eyes rise to the heavens and recall your words and deeds of love. The land and the firmament you have made for our joy. And in your strength, we are delivered to sing praises of life everlasting to come in your holy kingdom You are my bread, my sustenance, O Lord. Lift up your countenance and carry me through the valleys of my distress. From you, an abundance of passion fills me with hope. My complaints are no more. My cause is in your hands. My grievous transgressions you have forgiven. The breadth of your compassion fills my heart with everlasting joy. I am redeemed.
Fred Miller is a California writer. Over fifty of his stories and poems have appeared in publications around the world over the past ten years. Many may be found on his blog: https://pookah1943.wordpress.com