Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 31
You are my sacrifice
Died many a death;
In the hands of enemies
With heavy loads of sins
Shown to public for all to suffice
Wiped out of shame to give a new birth
Yet remains silent; one of likely dummies
The start of his wins by which heavenly revolution begins
You are my mentor
Teaches many a lesson;
In parables to open eyes
Connecting to paradise
Rejected by His own while He lives
Known worth denied to adopted doctrines
Yet never got to curse anyone for its course
The one I wish I could emulate to the fullness
You are my conductor
My worries are lessen
Safeguarding me in surprise
Into overpriced salvation given underprice
Directing me to the blessings He gives
To me though, one of Abraham's aliens
The title on me for free, heavens endorse
Despite being unstable in my aloofness
You are my Price
The one I owed to my breath
Your Grace is the economy
By which to salvation, my soul becomes twins
Your workshop bench unto its vise
The century in its own merry twentieth
Has advanced for studying astronomy
But studies are worthless; won't have it by its elastic search pins
You are my world
Britain's expired colonies are gone
America's world power can't alternate Your standards
China's upcoming global potency can't stop Your authorization
Russia's technological advancement won't have to her the world's coronation
South Africa's xenophobic acts aren't accidentally born
Ghana's expatriation isn't killing pan-Africanism bastards
Nigeria's corruption aren't discouraging but rallying
For You never sleep nor slumber but rather ever fulfilling
You are my Transworld
I am worthless to pay visit
In my blind world where I dwell
Going all around for daily bread
What time does to payback
Your spirit intervention gets my soul to revisit
Whenever coming doom seems to yell
In this, You always lift higher my head
Agreed Claus(es) You willingly buyback
You are so welcome
Without hesitation, I render Thee forever
Adorable adoration in abundant grace
Through day and night; in peace and fever
For in all; Your love keeps me going in Thy shared space
You are Who You are; my humble gratitude
With or without it, You are ceaseless
Polishing up my graceful coiled certitude
Enormous genuineness injustice can't dismiss
You are so awesome
My sacrifices are impulsive
But Your love is genuinely pure
My hands are tied up with works
But Your blessings duly abound
My safe mask; Your protection is supportive
Nature's herbal medicine is of cure
But in You; in Your hands, lifeline lurks
To win over death story and rebound
You are my listener
My husband in time of confusion
Far away, yet of a very close fusion
My wife in time of distress
Who suppresses my stress and focus me on success
My daddy in time of agony
A sincere and gentle tyranny
My mummy in time of tribulations
Consoling; my standing Rock, my inspirations
You are my Gardener
Who I can't afford to pay
Working at will to my aid
Never dosing; never sleeping
Never tired; never resting
The one a single daily bread, He never betray
The one whose power in effectiveness never degrade
Ever active; ever reaping
Ever wrestling; ever manifesting...
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