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Isaiah 38: Hezekiah’s Prayer

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Now, said I in time,
While I am merely in my prime
I am to vanish like a cloud within the sky
Death has drawn me
Helpless am I – high and dry!

From the light of morning
Till the shadows of the evening
I’m cut off just like a weaver at the loom
None shall see me
Sleepin’ in a sunken tomb.

Frail, my bones are broken
For the word to me He’s spoken
Has reduced my tongue to chatt’rings of a dove
Night won’t tear me
out of the arms of His love!

While reeling ‘neath oppression
I am learning from this lesson
To walk carefully throughout my twilight days
The hurt that brought me to my knees
Has furnished me with inner peace
Showing me the goodness of His grace!

The Lord has spared me lovingly
My sins of youth He’s wondrously
Cast far away and hidden from His sight
Death can’t praise You
Deaf to Your heavenly light.

Henceforth let holy children hear
When to their fathers they draw near
The solemn truth concerning heaven’s way;
Such shall praise Him
Moment by moment each day.

While reeling ‘neath oppression
I am learning from this lesson
To walk carefully throughout my twilight days
The hurt that brought me to my knees
Has furnished me with inner peace
Showing me the goodness of His grace!

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