Poem of a Psalm 87
Blessed hill, oh great Mount Zion!
The home of all the martyrs and saints,
Blessed be the name of Thy Creator, who protects us from the roaring lion,
Who will walk among thee, with everyone who in the Lord diligently waits,
Blessed be the rest before us,
Oh, God how I long to worship at Your feet!
For Your love is like no other, thus,
I say, You are my greatest treasure, no other will I ever need!
But Father I still fight daily,
To save myself from hellish lust,
Help me to be married to a god-fearing woman, speedily,
For only in your salvation I will continue to trust!
Hallelujah and Amen!
