Psalm 35:10 All my bones will say, “Lord who is like You, Who delivers the afflicted from him who is too strong for him, and the afflicted and the needy from him who robs him?

 My muses taken away

My heart in silence yearns,

An awkward empty shell

Until My Lord returns.

Come quickly now my Lord

O Savior of my soul

With healing in your wings

Come make your daughter whole.

Invade the dark dark night

Play sweetly on the strings

O fill with pure delight

And from the heavens ring

The song of souls redeemed

Of muses reconciled

To heavenly wonders born

                                                      of mercies meek and mild.

© linda settles