Poem of a Psalm 91
Beaten, broken, truth be spoken,
I always seek help, from my Father up in Heaven,
Seeking, being lost I was awoken,
Saved by grace, not of works, lest I be boastful before all my brethren...
Thou hath poured Your love, oh, Most High!
When You sent Your only Son,
The Lord of lords, and King of kings, Jesus Christ,
Him I follow, and His return, soon shall come.
Oh God, reap all people, and make from us a glass of wine,
Let the boastful, boast even more!
Let the sheep be sheep, and swine be swine,
For God is merciful, but His wrath which man can endure?
Amen!
