Remember your word to your servant, for you have given me hope.
My comfort in my suffering is this: Your promise preserves my life. Psalm 119:49,50
Yes, God, your promises to me are all that preserve me.
For without your promises, I would have just stopped; ended suffering quickly.
But I have chosen to persevere.
Your promises create faith and hope, which birth joy.
Please remember your word to me, without delay, for I wither.
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