Poem of a Psalm 85
I will listen when I praise
With hopes of glorious salvation,
With head bowed down, both hands I will raise,
To speak Your truth among the nation!
I have not many friends, my enemies are more,
But yet You stand and never let me fall,
Though my mistakes would have killed me long ago before,
You Father give me Your Grace through my faith to stay tall.
Amazing grace I seek You always,
Without Your presence, I can’t sleep,
For Thou art with me, Your love I will ever showcase,
Hallelujah!
