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Psalm 77 (but I will remember...)

Things are not as they ought
I am weary
I am vexed by the evil I see
And much pained by those selfish agendas
That would batter
And ridicule me
That would say I am sick
Without rescue
And abandoned by friends of the past
‘For this faith ill-befitting
The present
And its precepts that can’t
And won’t last.”
Still I look for your rescue
Dear Father
And your lessons I hold
In my heart
While it seems you partake
Of the wounding
Must all Heavenly comfort depart?
But a check comes
To all of this whining
And a nudge points
To joys of the past
When your power alone
Saved the faithful
From the Pharaoh, the famine
The blast
From the godless and gloating
Around them
And the straightness
Of living at times.
It would seem I have
Preached myself happy
In reviewing your record sublime.

Life at the River

If I had the chance to show you
If you'd sit still long enough
I would take you to the River
Lovely diamond in the rough
I would have you hear the cardinals
See the mallards skimming down
And the Monarch, gossamer pilot
At the outskirts of our town
There the Angus cattle lowing
And the hissing wind-swept corn
There the sparkle on the millpond
Hiding heron in the morn'
And you'd sense Creator's passion
And His new art brushed each day
As the clouds sailed slowly over
And you'd bend the knee and pray
"Thank you Father for your power
And your purpose in this art
Long it captured all my senses
But today you have my heart."

(painting by Waterloo artist Peter Etril Snyder)