Psalm 129:6-7

 

Psalm 129:6-7

May they be like grass on the roof, which withers before it can grow; a reaper cannot fill his hands with it, nor one who gathers fill his arms.

Though evil will not disappear,

I pray that it will pass

Like breezes moving without trace

Through dying autumn grass.

Though angry thoughts may still arise

To shame me now and then,

I pray that I’ll find strength enough

To not let those thoughts win.

Though fear and grief are part of life

I pray for peace enough

To fill the void that follows grief

And calm me when life’s rough.

Though life brings troubles for us all

I pray it brings joy, too.

May we soon forget our troubles,

While blessings shine on through.