#extolling
Every beats you make,
I shall be glorified;
Every noise you break
Leaves me satisfied.
In your hymn
Shall I follow;
Give my life a neat trim,
Evil you will burrow.
Forever my threshold,
I shall not veer;
Your plan shall unfold
As my faith is steer.
Your hymn of praise
Fills up my soul,
With joy & grace
And makes me whole.
I may lose everything,
You stick like glue;
Ever understanding,
My God, never blue.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC