PSALM 73

I have watched the wicked prosper,
And I've envied their success,
As they scoff, and speak with malice,
And oppress with great finesse.

While their wealth is e'er increasing,
They seem free from pain and ills.
Yet I'm chastened every morning,
Struggling just to pay my bills.

Has my heart been cleansed for nothing?
Is my innocence in vain?
This I asked the Lord in earnest,
As I wrestled with my pain.

Then my blinded eyes were opened,
And I saw their bitter end --
Utterly consumed with terror,
Desolation for a friend.

Lord, forgive my foolish envy.
Be my strength, my joy, my all.
For I know, with You beside me,
Though I stumble, I'll not fall.


By Betty Jo Mings