Celebrate the Lord
I call on the Lord.
It is Him that I fear.
For, it is He that understands
my lack.
Of days…
when evil tore my soul.
There where I stand at Thine Gate
like Lazarus. Compelled to my knees.
(Lord, gift me to thank You.
Lord, gift me to Praise Thy Name.)
My sores are ripe, since
Yesterday. Tonight, before I close my eyes;
who knows?
(Uphold me with Thine Free Spirit!
Gather my bones, dear Lord.
Bless my generations.)
I call on the Lord.
It is He that grants me peace.
For, I am bound to
the suffering of all.
Copyright © Gavin Joachims | Year Posted 2015
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