The lord is merciful.
He is wonderful.
He waters the grasses in the field-
And clothes the animals of the wild.
The God of providence is with us,
He stands to protect us.
When we are in need of bread-
He provides and we’re fed.
No matter the troubles we face,
He is always in time to set our pace-
on the solid rock He’ll make us stand
so that we’ll settle in the promised land.
The lord is merciful.
He is wonderful.

Black skies arch
studded with stars
glistening   bright
piercing at Night.

Back lies cloudless avalanche
of like muddied waters.
Gloomy sight ,cursing the North.

'Sack' cushions far back.
waiting as like a dark night,
fighting hard to en-sack the light.

I'll wait,await the Christ
at all times he stars.
Starring,getting his hands out
should I   might take.
so, arising he's my lift.

Racks witty stars,
like ladders in  Farsi.
Illuminating white-
fighting the blithe.

Don't wait a sec. My neck 'll break
onlooking the wreck
as burgeoning dark, overshadow the light .

Be not fake,
make be light .          
Get not a break or brake
at doing right.

Though the  black skies might bow
relenting should I might
but instead ,I glisten bright.

Calvary arrows piercing  at Night-
Christ the father of lights.

Don't play the blame game.
For thy reproach is taken away.

Don't  lay in worldly sway-
Nor let the world  decide thy way.

Christ came took the shame.
So , you don't have to take the blame.

I am not the same again.
For Christ has made me born again.

I am alive for Him .
To Him alone I sing my Hymn.

My song to Him  may not be an Anthem.
But all the same .

It's alright to be in shame for Christ.
Though I might not be known-
Yet I am whole again.

For because He took away my shame.
I wont play the blame game.