Poem of a Psalm 41
I knew not, why my enemies all fail,
since I was young, I had Your protection,
Many tried, but no one could prevail,
With killing my faith, in the One, Who resembles all perfection...
I see Your deeds,
I see Your glory,
I see Your love,
You died for me, My God, so Holy!
I see thee struggle,
That Jesus bore upon that cross,
The pain in the rubble,
When He carried it to save sinners, even to the uttermost,
He died and said:
''I paid it all''
For small and great,
For young and old,
For all whom He hath created,
He laid his own blood,
To all from Babylon, that were separated,
To all, that He promised to never send again a flood,
Listen to the One who comes upon the clouds,
To judge the many, before Whom all men will bow down,
Turn away from sin, and lay upon His feet,
Jesus Christ is Holy, our flesh, in Him, has died indeed!
13 Blessed be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.
