Should I stop?
Should I yield?
Without you there's no sword or shield...
Am I confused by the things I do?
I have no answers,
It's all about you.
Should I drink?
Should I smoke?
A babbling brook, a fool, a dope?
To be the last is something new-
Is wise the fool that you once knew?
But this allow me to understand-
How you fought for me;
And with your mighty hand-
Brought me through the desert,
To the rivers edge,
Let me glimpse your glory,
Showed me your defence.
Bought me into the promised land:
Where all is pleasant;
Under your hand...
Where new wine follows
And honey drips
From your fingers
To the lips...
Am I right
Or am I wrong?
So what!
Let's have another song!
Into your promised land.
O heavenly Father We worship your name
O heavenly Father You took all our shame
You listen with love as we give you the praise
O heavenly Father in you we are raised
As the dear pants for water so my soul longs for you
To tell of your glory, your mercy, your truth
Fill us dear Lord with your Spirit today
The world may not know you but we haven't strayed
O heavenly Father You know everything
Your listen with love as our soul sings
Songs of your glory rise up to your throne
O heavenly Father bring your children home.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A poem of faith and belief. Nicely written
There’s no high like the most high
Amen.
A fine write 2.
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