Count On Me
Do not count me a sorceress, Lord,
or a diviner interpreting the moon,
do not count me among the harlots of Babylon,
laying waste amid the ruins.
Do not count me a stranger, Lord,
unrelated by distance alone,
count me, Lord, a child of the King,
whose sins have been atoned.
Do not count me as complaining
facing trials that made me strong,
count me as one in humble reverence
and count the praises in my song.
Do not count me as proud of haughty
or unobedient to thy will,
count me as one ever listening
for your voice,
for your call.
Father...
Father,
count on me.
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2022
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