Seek the Lord, you who are poor.
And your hearts will revive.
Sometimes I feel afflicted by a mental sore.
When I read this , I know I will survive.

A great tiredness falls over me.
There seems little excitement in life.
But I read these words and more clearly I see.
Depression dims , living hope is rife.

There is only one way to happiness.
Day by day to seek the Lord .
Away with numbing listless restlessness.
Don’t despair, take up the sword.

I am only a poor man .
But my eyes can scan.

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If we seek the  Lord
We may indeed be just poor
But our hopes revive

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See Psalm 68