Sonnet (Psalm 40, KJV)

He brought me also out of an horrible pit.
Out of the miry clay.
A candle need never expire once lit.
Our walk may hold sway.

Go and lie down and if someone calls say.
Speak Lord, your servant is listening.
Do we listen by night and by day.
Out there is a mist bound truth glistening.

I was sitting alone today in the church.
My mind full of irritation.
Was I to left in the lurch.
Would I ever arrive at a peaceful station.

But his words gladden the heart.
To pierce the encircling January gloom, a light filled dart.

Haiku

A horrible pit
He brought me out of mired clay
If I just listen

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Mind irritation
Now His words my heart gladdened
I am not alone