To him that is risen, in him I am forgiven
To him that wears the crown, where true love can be found
To him that is the Saviour, blesses us with favour
To him of mighty strength, to you I can repent
To him who can perform, miracles to forlorn
To him of sovereign worth, our ruler of the earth
To him that restores peace, where wonders never cease
To him the gates allow, where even angels bow
To him yet seated high, to which I can rely
To him of thirst relief, of faith with sure belief
To him of strength to seek, forgotten and the weak
To him our hearts be kept, without we are bereft
To him that we belong, a cleanser of the wrong
To him that holds the throne, my soul is not alone
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
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Author:
Geraldine Taylor (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 30th, 2017 05:40
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Well written and expressed
Thanks G. Your poem lifted my spirits and gave me focus.
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