Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 11
When MORNING can't help itself to MORN
That CARE have to dwell in a wild lonely FEAR
And the SKY up there allows my eyes to CRY
He helps me to DARE the troubling AFFAIR
He's capable
Gearing me able
He never promise
What He can't keep
Unlike human do of tease
Pleasing me to the deep
When AFTERNOON can't attune my trials to a targeted BOON
That STAR is at reach in a bit yet very FAR
And HOPE for all it holds keep toasting the hanging ROPE
He helps me CLEAR all doubts attacking hearty CHEER
It is never over
Until You say so
The only confirmation I need
Was done on the cross
That grace reign forever
For every trying soul
Out of mere mouth's wordy soul
Kneeling, praying and crying in plead
Yet the reason to dine in sin, seems gloss
When NIGHT keeps barking in horror exploring my LIGHT
That BLINKS fearfully fright of raging WINKS
And signals SORROW to the mind hoping of TOMORROW
He keeps SAYING "fear not, I'm loosing things set to DELAYING"
No matter how I run
I run into His love
And when things are falling apart
He never let me go
Rather caress me, a dove
Pimping me into heavenly fun
That bows human ego
And pierce down troubles of an open heart
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