Psalms 40- To You I'll Forever Run
Like a prized fish
You pulled me from the water
Out of the miry bog
Saving me from slaughter
My feet waver on the path
But You make me secure
Molding my wandering heart
Into someone holy and pure
You put praises in my mouth
Your wondrous works bless me
Faithfulness extending to the heavens
On display for all to see
My trust is in You
Your ways are good
You satisfy my soul
More than anything else could
A poem cannot do justice
For all You have done
Let me sing of Your goodness every day
To You I'll forever run
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