Poem of a Psalm 112
I was broken, led astray,
Left to rot, thristy for some water,
In a desert, far away,
Afraid, lonely and without a father.
Then at my last breath, before I was about to die,
I heard a call deep inside my soul,
To call upon God, and I gave it a try,
I asked Jesus to save me, and felt his precious flow...
His blood was poured upon me,
And the old made new, I see,
I died with Him, on calvary,
In his feet I laid my worries , Glory to His name forever be!
Amen!
