Lonely Words, These
Lift up my eyes to the mountains
Where will my Help come from?
My help will come from the Lord
Who created the Heavens and the Earth
-- Psalm 121
Lovely words, these
of the Psalmist to Thee
But how do they apply
to little old me
O, Lord, you have created
magnificence on Earth
And perhaps you were present
when my mother gave birth
Yet when You bring out the Sun by day
and the myriad Stars at night
When you secure all Natural Laws firmly in place
Do you still keep my personal needs in sight
They say You rule over this vast universe
over galaxies near and inconceivably far
So why would You be involved with
a nothing like me ~ It seems bizarre...
O, Lord, please do not think me a renegade
some kind of rebel who far off has strayed
I'm one of Your creatures; You created me too
the only one able to praise and bless You
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
