The Lord Is My Provider

The Lord is my provider, My heart shall not decide. Though the world declares me an outsider, In my Lord, I shall not deride. As I am cast to lie low on the dust, Still the sun wakes to feed the earth. He love us all-who else could I trust? He made me-who else could know my worth? My soul shall revere the Lord, For only He is Good and Merciful. Even though the world treats me in its accord, I will fear not for the Lord is the most powerful. And even though afflicted I am, I pray you strengthen me Lord, to make it through, And if it is my faith you want to exam, I praise You Lord, for my faith is your due.