Once I was a young man
Now I am old.
I have seen
The wicked prosper,
Time again and again,
And yet,
Like weeds in a meadow
God always dries them up,
Blowing them away
To forever and a day.

But men who trust,
Walking in His way,
God renews their souls,
Breathing in them life
For an eternity of days.

Wait, I say
Wait on the Lord,
He will have His day.

Psalm 37

by J Alan R

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