A Psalm

I took a class on the Bible as Literature a year or so ago, and had the opportunity to write my own psalm. I've always thought the psalms were beautiful songs of longing and praise, so now I add mine. It was inspired by Isaiah 40:31, D&C 121, the story of Abraham and Isaac, and of course my own raw feelings.

Forget not my heart oh Lord

and forget not the secret desires which

reside in its depths.

For I have waited upon thee in hopes of promised wings

and foretold blessings.

Oh turn not away, oh Lord, these broken knees;

Nor scorn my shaking fingers

clasped in prayer.

For I seek thee and cannot find thy face.

Where, oh where art thou Lord that I may again feel

the embrace of peace in this

my darkness?

Hasten to my side and deliver my soul.

For anguish hath overtaken my heart

in the light of another’s dark suffering.

Oh Lord, what is my path

And where is the escape from sorrow and sin?

Do not, Oh Lord, conceal

your glory from me;

Open my eyes to the purpose of thy plan

and save me from my troubled doubts.

For in this, I the child,

carry wood to her pyre,

Willingly, sacrifice for the molding

of another.

I honor thy trust,

Yet see thou my blemish.

I fear the burning fire

and doubt

the unseen promise of deliverance.

Nevertheless, like Isaac of old,

Save me by the blood of a promised lamb.

Even in my weakness and travail,

 bind up the wounds of my aching soul.

You are my guidance and my comfort,

I shall not doubt, nor fear.

For thou hast renewed my faith

to sing praise and wait upon thy answers.

Forget not my heart oh Lord

and forget not the secret desires which

reside in its depths.

For I will wait upon thee in hopes of promised wings

                                                                 and foretold blessings.