You did not forget me;
Yourself have I ignored.
Neath Your shelter having dwelt,
I've not looked in Your direction.
In my own mind, jungle dense,
I've not gone in search of sweetness.
Hurt by stones, on being wounded,
Crying, Thee I've summoned.
In summer's heat like stroke of death,
Under reproach with mind distressed,
To console on mourning intense,
I have got You proximate.
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Sunday, September 15, 2024
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You watch over me constantly, but only in my time of need do I glance at Thee.
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