Reflections on Psalm 39:5, 7, and 12
Birthdays come once a year. This poem encourages me to consider age from God's perspective.
As an handbreadth are my days,
Like to nothing is my age.
Empty, futile, vain are we;
Thou art all eternity.
Now, Oh Lord, what wait I for?
Thou, God, givest o’er and o’er.
All my hope rests full in Thee,
Thou Who loves unendingly.
Hear my prayer, my God, my King:
All my heart to Thee I bring;
Like the saints who’ve gone before,
I shall trust Thee evermore.
--HAR
“Behold, Thou has made my days as an handbreadth, and mine age is as nothing before Thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah. And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee. Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.”—Psalm 39:5, 7, and 12.
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