Psalm 39 Poem by Frank McEleny

I will guard my tongue and hold my peace
And be mute before my accuser
Not a word shall I utter in my defence
As I stand before my abuser

For I am nothing but a shadow and a vapour
I am a man who walks in sorrow
Like the grass of the field and the birds of the sky
Here today, but gone tomorrow

And the rich man builds a bigger barn
And for him the bell does toll
Oh foolish man you have discounted God
This very night He may require your soul

Oh hear my cry oh precious God
Avert your gaze from me
Until I'm covered by your Blood
And its Christ alone you see