My Father In Heaven

He sits in his throne in heaven, Seeking to make my world a haven, As he speaks in days of seven, Filling my drought with speed of the raven, From my fragile heart,he beckons my faith, Cleansing me from doubt's bathe, Ceasing harsh winds at a faster rate, As I rise from failure's paste, He is the rest of my labors, For my fear he harbors, Filling my belly with freedom's savors, As I ride on his sweet favors, He promises of a greater blessing, For on my shoulders,commandments stay resting, Causing temptation's pestering, As I forge on to gain eternal serving,