Read my Psalm 138 Meditation: The Prayer God Always Answers
Read Psalm 138 from the ESV
Pain through which I present tread Ends in fields of the dead. All men surely walk this path — Streets of trouble, streets of wrath. Treading down life’s path can be With the Lord or only me. Lonely steps and empty days, Somber face and darkened ways. Steady through these times your hand Leads the lowly through the land. Troubles come, and troubles go, But through it all still I know Even in the midst of pain, Deepest loss is for my gain. Paths of trouble often bring Wisdom for my lips to sing Praises to the God on high Sung until the day I die. Yet behind each joyful song Broken hearts still deeply long For ways free from wicked man And his ever-harmful plan. Strength I need to live this life In the face of constant strife, For life ends not in the grave But on streets with gold you pave.
