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Eitan started the topic A poem – Your love and Your faithfulness in the forum Poets 5 years, 9 months ago
So, today was hard… But in the end, God gave me hope and rest. I’m even a little cheery as I write those lines 😉
This is the translation of the original Hebrew. I hope it’ll help, encourage or just make someone smile 🙂 Any critique, grammatical correction, or anything else is welcome.
Your love and Your faithfulness
You gave my heart rest,
You did not let me forget
Your love
And Your faithfulness,
And You guarded me like a fledgling
I went in ways of folly
When I trusted my wisdom.
From Your love
And Your faithfulness
Why have foolishly ran?
I was like a lost sheep –
What lonely and miserable I became!
From Your love
And Your faithfulness
I hoped for forgiveness and peace.
And I came back limping
Bleeding and faltering.
Because of Your love
And Your faithfulness
You hear me when I weep.
And I hoped to succeed
In buying and earning
A little of Your love
And Your faithfulness
O, Jesus Christ
You had not held a grudge against me
And You reminded me with a soft voice:
Because of Your love
And Your faithfulness
You had paid the price of my sin.
You disinfected my wounds from pus
And gave them bandages
Because of Your love
And Your faithfulness
You filled my heart with peace.
The bandages were not yet removed,
But the chambers of my heart will sing
Because of Your love
And Your faithfulness
That will lighten my eyes.
When we return, You forgive
And spread ointment on our wounds
Because of Your love
And Your faithfulness –
In You alone, my heart puts its trust!













@eitan
Computer again…
I found this poem. (It has thee’s and thou’s) But has rymne and meter.
It is true.
Approach, my soul, the mercy–seat
Where JESUS answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.
Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burdened souls to thee,
And such, O LORD, am I.
And such, O LORD, am I.
Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed;
By war without, and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.
Be thou my shield and hiding–place!
That, sheltered near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, “Thou hast died.”
And tell him, “Thou, devil, hast died.”
Oh wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame;
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name.
“Poor tempest–tossed soul, be still,
My promised grace receive;”
’Tis JESUS speaks—I must, I will,
I can, I do believe.
I do believe.
(The poem without thee’s and thou’s)
Approach, my soul, the mercy–seat
Where JESUS answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.
Your promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
You call burdened souls to You,
And such, O LORD, am I.
And such, O LORD, am I.
Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed;
By war without, and fears within,
I come to You for rest.
Be You my shield and hiding–place!
That, sheltered near Your side,
I may, my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, “You have died.”
And tell him, “You, devil, have died.”
Oh wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame;
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Your gracious name.
“Poor tempest–tossed soul, be still,
My promised grace receive;”
’Tis JESUS speaks—I must, I will,
I can, I do believe.
I do believe.