Poem of a Psalm 89
God, I seek you my flesh is weak,
You are mighty, You are strong!
Until I am counted with the meek,
Before your Judgement day, keep me from all wrong...
You are riding on the clouds above,
You have made all the seas,
You are my only reward and truest love,
The everlasting King of kings!
I call upon Thee when I am nervous,
I call upon Thee when I cannot proceed,
I call upon Thee and Thou always answer,
Thank you for Jesus, my savior, that hath cometh from King David's seed.
