The Lord Lights my Lamp
When the dismal darkness of the deceivers' camp
overwhelms and I have deserted the way,
a harsh winter of doubt governs cold and damp.
When conniving, selfish men parade and prey,
despair grips me tight with disapproval's stamp.
My candle is dimmed down inviting their waylay.
My deafened ears cannot hear the Lord's voice;
my blinded eyes are quick to make the wrong choce.
Sapped, my faith still knows only God can revamp.
Obedience first, I have learned I must pray
asking forgiveness for letting Satan cramp
my trust which I confess I let go astray.
Springtime returns as the Lord re-lights my lamp
with the dawn of redemption on this new day.
Wisdom and strength restored, I can now rejoice
surrounded by the Lord’s peace and heaven's joys.
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