The thought of my pain, my homelessness is bitter poison.
I think of it constantly and my spirit is depressed.
Yet hope returns when I remember one thing.
The Lord's unfailing love and mercy still continue.
Fresh as the morning, as sure as the sunrise.
The Lord is all I have so I put my hope in him.
The Lord is good to everyone who trusts in him.
So it is best for us to wait in patience.
To wait for him to save us.
And it is best to learn this patience in youth.
When we suffer, we should sit alone in silent patience.
We should bow down in submission, for there may still be hope.
Though beaten and insulted, we should accept it all.
The Lord is merciful and will not reject us for ever.
He may bring us sorrow, but his love for us is sure and strong.
He takes no pleasure in causing us grief or pain.
The Lord knows when our spirits are crushed in prison.
He knows when we are denied the rita he gave us.
When justice is perverted in court he knows.
