Psalm 102
You hear
My cry
Of distress
With speed
Smoking days
Furnace burning
Bones and
Heart stricken
Wasted strength
Groaning skin
Lonely owl
Housetop wakefulness
Taunts and
Derisions assail
From lips
Of enemies
Ashes feed
Tears sustain
You lifted
You threw
My days
Do wither
But your
Throne endures
You rise
And show
Compassion and
Glorious appearing
You regard
Destitute’s prayer
And never
Despise it
Future generations
May praise
And know
He hears
Prisoners groans
Doomed people
So that…
His name
Is declared
His praise
Jerusalem resounding
The gathering
Will worship
My strength
Breaks midway
Shortened days
My lot
I cry
For more
Enduring one
Foundation layer
Heavens perish
You remain
You change
Them like
Temporal clothing
Yet…
Your servants
Children live
Secure with
Their offspring
Established in
Your presence.
