Not by sight

What contradictions now beset the temperament of silence,
Paths appear and disappear;
I'll walk by faith, not by sight
And believe when this blindfold is opened, I'll behold Your heaven.
Truly my soul silently waits for God;
From Him comes my salvation.  (Psa 62:1)

My soul, wait silently for God alone,
For my expectation is from Him.  (Psa 62:5)

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