Hallelujah Gusts
Here I stand with outstretched hand
Waiting for your next command
Drawing a line in the sand
" Hallelujah" my King is Grand
Considered being in a band
Where I could praise him from the stand
My father's gift was in voice
My offering is in lyric choice
" Hallelujah" your names rejoiced
On those days when my eyes are moist
You recognize before its voiced
Asking you, send your healing cloak
People need your protective yoke
"Hallelujah" My lyric spoke
Where I am perched looks like the beast
Is enjoying a ravenous feast
Sometimes clad in Stephen Paddock attire
Stealing dreams from the young and inspired
Money trails of the unscrupulous
Breadcrumbs leading to nothing but mistrust
Lean on the one who breathed life into dust
I am breathing "Hallelujah" Gusts
When this world brings you to overwhelm
Remember whose seated at the helm
If your feeling a heavy despair
He fights for you in a higher realm
Call on him, for he is waiting there
I'm inhaling "Hallelujah" repair
Turn off the news, put on hiking shoes
Hard to decipher who's who from the clues
Enough to give anyone the blues
Give the Lord his morning and evening due
Hallelujah Savior is redemptive glue
He knows your not perfect and still loves you
That was the mission for his son to do
"Hallelujah" Sweet Salvation is true
Copyright © Donna Roberts | Year Posted 2017
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