Psalms Sixty Nine Twenty Nine
O' Lord i pray the biggest gift
as Thou hath promised in the Book of Psalms;
grant me abundance, that'll bridged the rift
O' heal my wounds, with Thy holy balm.
Thou saith "but i am poor and sorrowful,"
adding, "O God, set me up on high,"
my current state change to the blissful
bless my path, as i go by and by.
Indeed Lord, it is a short prayer
Lord have pity, upon Thy servant;
of all things, Thou art the Maker
fulfil Thy will, Thy holy covenant.
For in the end, it's in Thy Mercy
grant us blessings and riches too;
money spent not only on charity
but deeds untold, this planet blue.
Psalms 69:29 states:
"But i am poor and sorrowful,
let your salvation, O God,
set me up on high."
Amen!
Copyright © John Leong | Year Posted 2017
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