REMEMBERING MY SONG IN THE NIGHT

Photographer - Geoff Fierce 

I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God 

with my voice; and he gave ear unto me.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my 

sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul 

refused to be comforted.  I remembered God, 

and was troubled: I complained, and my 

spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.  Thou holdest 

mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that 

I cannot speak.  I have considered the days 

of old, the years of ancient times.

I call to remembrance my song in the night: I 

commune with mine own heart: and my 

spirit made diligent search.  Will the Lord 

cast off for ever? and will he be favourable 

no more?  Is his mercy clean gone for ever? 

doth his promise fail for evermore?   Hath God 

forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger 

shut up his tender mercies? Selah.  And I said, 

This is my infirmity: but I will remember the 

years of the right hand of the most High.

I will remember the works of the LORD: 

surely I will remember thy wonders of old.

I will meditate also of all thy work, 

and talk of thy doings.  Thy way, O God, is 

in the sanctuary: who is so great a God 

as our God?

Psalm 77:1-13