"I love the LORD, because He hath heard my voice… The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow. Then called I upon the name of the LORD… Gracious is the LORD… For Thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling" (Psalm 116:1-8). "Boast not thyself of tomorrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth… A prudent man foreseeth the evil, and hideth himself; but the simple pass on, and are punished" (Proverbs 27:1,12).
I
love the Lord who knew my sorrow,
Who
heard my prayer, and dried my tears.
I
felt the terror of tomorrow,
Foreseeing
my eternal fears.
Each
day I sensed approaching terror,
And
knew with every fleeting breath
That
there would be no room for error
Concerning
judgment after death.
How
feeble was my trembling prayer
I
formulated, just in case
There
was a God, and He would care
To
show to me a hiding place.
Tomorrow's
terror, O my Savior,
Which
threatened me with endless loss,
Has
been replaced with heaven's favor,
Which
You procured upon the cross!
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