Have Pity on Us, Father

He remembers that we are dust.

 As for man, his days are like grass;

As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

 For the wind passes over it, and it is [b]gone,

And its place remembers it no more...

Soon all this flourishing flower and field will disappear...

and the plant with all its beauty and vitality will be as it never was!

So too it will be with our bodies, but never the Soul!

Psalm 103:13-18 (NKJV)

As a father pities his children,

So the Lord pities those who fear Him.

14 For He [a]knows our frame;

He remembers that we are dust.

15 As for man, his days are like grass;

As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

16 For the wind passes over it, and it is [b]gone,

And its place remembers it no more.

17 But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting

On those who fear Him,

And His righteousness to children’s children,

18 To such as keep His covenant,

And to those who remember His commandments to do them.

So much sorrow in this broken world to

author anguished cries to our Heavenly Daddy...

who remembers we are dust💔

Have pity on us, Daddy

(Thou knowest we are dust)

When we cry to Thee, ‘Abba’

Restore, renew our trust

In Thee, for Thou art able

To do what man cannot

Instill in us a table

Laden with feasts, joy-wrought

For even in our groaning

The joy of Thee abides

Through faith in the atoning

That Calvary provides

The hope of our salvation

Transcends life’s bitter blows

The thorn of tribulation

Cannot defeat The Rose

Thy mercies are eternal

Our numbered days of bloom

May draw from springs supernal

Carved in an empty tomb

Thus, though our frame will perish

As flowers of the field

The Soul with Thee will flourish

When heaven is revealed

Have pity on us, Daddy

Doubt’s dark despair forbid

As we cry to Thee, Abba

Like once dear Jesus did

Kindle in us a vision

When dust its due reclaims

Of hope's tear-stained transition

Instilling faith’s dust-frames

Our Father, (who art) in heaven

Bend Thine ear to our plea

That all may be forgiven

That all humbly fear Thee

And find in Thy compassion

Thy kind comfort to cheer

The Soul, clad in frail fashion

Of dust-knitted veneer 

Ignite in us Thy Presence

 Thou, Friend above all friends

Behold faith's smoking incense

As prayer on prayer ascends 

Until the mortal flower

Fulfills its ordained must

Have pity on us, Father

Remember, we are dust

In Thy name we pray

Amen

© Janet Martin

Hebrews 4:15-16 (BSB)

For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses,

but we have one who was tempted in every way that we are, yet was without sin.

 Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence,

 so that we may receive mercy and find grace 

to help us in our time of need.

Where Could I Go but To The Lord-Emmylou Harris